Nobody Gives the New Body_Never Gave Me a Reason_Yagga_Cruel, Cruel Irony
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Nobody Gives the New Body
My name is Ella Briold, and it's stupidly embroidered on the back of my sweatshirt. I swiftly swing through the halls and my feet make a slight skipping noise across the tiled floor. People know my name. They know I’m an easy target. And that I never fight back.The It group is behind me, and I think they’re preying on me. I hear light footsteps behind me before a hand touches my shoulder and spins me to face its owner.It’s Kayla Waters. Her smile creeps across her face like a worm crawls on a dirt path. I’d like to step on it, but god knows what trouble I’d be in to offend the richest girl at...
Never Gave Me a Reason
Onwww.onedoor.cceI’m sitting in the back of the taxi, headphones in and forehead against the window. Letting the cold seep into my forehead as the music fills the silence, I close my eyes. I’m trying to remember if I had grabbed my mother’s present from my desk, or if I was going to have to buy a back up gift when I arrived in Denver, again. How many airport ornaments could I give her before she stopped letting me in the door? The answer was that there was no limit, but by now she should have known how terrible of a child I was. I should have been able to remember her gift the one time a year I visited home...
Yagga
My heart flutters as I finish sliding my size 7 foot into my new black, platform Givenchy heel. Nobody back home has anything like this. I bet they'd be jealous. I decided to pair it with the Baum und Pferdgarten, floral print dress I'd just received as gift from my father. It's black, silk cloth brushed against my skin coolly and sweetly. The airy garment stopped mid-thigh and it's tiny white and baby pink accents complimented my sunkissed, mocha colored skin nicely.He has good taste. I blushed at the thought.I eyed my wild, shoulder length coils closely, searching for an ounce of frizz or ta...
Cruel, Cruel Irony
I watch in almost comedic slow-motion as the black cat’s head turns slowly towards me. He stands at the leftmost edge of the dark street I’m currently walking down. I stop in my tracks. “Don’t you dare.”The cat cocks its head at me. Mockingly. “Don’t do it. Please.”He doesn’t break eye contact as he struts across my path, stopping at the other end of the road. He sits, lifts a paw, and begins to clean himself. I groan. I begrudgingly begin to make my way down the road again, sealing my fate. I’ll have to research how to reverse bad luck later tonight. I continue down the dark, damp road, shiv...