I walk into town and no matter what, I can't escape the thoughts. Why did I leave university? Why am I nothing more than just a person? With my head down, I walk into a bar. I hate going in here, but I just need a drink. "Hey Evelyn sweetheart", says a man old enough to be my dad. I glare at him, slumping into a seat. I don't know why I am born this way, being a woman. Looking even the slightest bit feminine, having breasts, I am targeted. I am just something a man dreams of, and not even my own person.
Why is it always me?
Gulping down the drink, I slam the empty cup down, feeling defeated. I get up and stumble out of the bar.
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Evelyn
Short StoryThis is a short story I had to write for school, based off an image we were given. I hope you like it.
