She was sat in her R O O M that now felt so D I F F E R E N T.
Staring at the D R E S S her mom left her.
The image of her moms T E A R S flashed in her mind, just before everyone set off for the ceremony.
"Please come Anya. You're my D A U G H T E R and all I have L E F T."
But Anya turned away.
Telling her mother to "G E T L O S T" and "E N J O Y the S T U P I D wedding."
Now she felt R E G R E T. Now she felt her P A S T self trying to B U R S T through.
But she didn't let it.
She reminded herself of E V E R Y T H I N G she had to S T R U G G L E with for being N I C E.
N O. She told herself.
The only way to get by, is to get R U D E.
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