"Reese! Were they making fun of you at school again?"
". . ."
"Don't hide your fucking bruised face from me! Come over here!"
". . . Revara. . ."
"Shush. I'm getting ice."
"Rev, you don't have to-"
"You're my little brother, okay? Of course I have to do this! This is called, 'taking care of someone'."
". . ."
"Don't pout at me like that."
"They were making fun of you."
"What?"
"So I punched them and got into a fight."
"You're not suspended?"
"I'm an honours student."
". . ."
"Yeah, I know I'm not but-"
". . .Reese."
"I'm only getting a month's worth of detention and volunteer work. It's no big deal-"
"Reese."
"What?"
"Thank you."
"Pfft, whatever."
"And I'm sorry about my trich."
"Whatever, okay? I need to write apology letters."
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Trich
Short StoryA dialogue-only story about Revara [who suffers from a severe case of trichotillomania] and her [sort-of supportive] younger brother, Reese. _______________________ Cover by me :D Revara speaks with normal font. Reese speaks with italics. Book One o...
