her heart cried out and her legs screamed for a break. keep going, she drilled.
open wounds were trickling metallic red down the length of her arm.
idiot, why'd you believe them?
why did she? she should've known by their plastic barbie smiles that their little "mall" invite was a hoax.
she remembered the sensation of carly's nails clawing and digging into her shoulder.
"i know you kissed anderson," tamara hissed icily, freak winced.
she didn't want to say she hadn't, in fact, it was as if her lips had been permanently glued together. freak stood shaking in the dead end of the alley, surrounded.
freak shuddered as she thought back to vivian's snarky laughter played on repeat followed by the chant of her name, freak.
tears started to rush down her face, so she took her sleeve and wiped her eyes.
the last thing on her mind was loser.
keep running, she told herself.
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Short Storyin which a loser meets a freak. #wordsmatter i wrote this in 2015. for some reason, i put the whole thing back in my drafts. now 4 years later, i am republishing it.
