Hey...it's me, your friend at least I think so but to say I view you as friends is an overstatement
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"Sup girlie!! Mind if I use your lip balm, I know you wouldn't complain", before I could respond my friend takes the lip balm from my purse and smears it all over her lips... disgusting...Great, now I've got to chop that part off
"You know you could've waited before I answered", I sighed in exasperation.
"It's not like you wouldn't have given me", she giggled. Iwouldn't have given you,but I say otherwise, "You're right I wouldn't have minded, let's head to English class we don't want to be late". I took her by the arm linking it with mine then we were walking down the hallway, me paying attention to the tiniest details out of place in the students passing by when suddenly I hear a shout next to me,
"Oh yeah!" I flinch slightly at the intrusion of my thoughts
"What is it now Shelly?" My eyebrows furrowed slightly in frustration as I let out a prolonged sigh
"That reminds me, I've got a lot of undone assignments...you wouldn't mind if I borrowed your assignments right? I'm pretty sure you've done yours, you always do yours",
"Umm yeah, sure", I respond absentmindedly though a bit annoyed about the fact that she always copies mine. We get to class with my friend Shelly...no...acquaintance.
The ninety-minute torture session begins...insufferable
"Hey Amara! How was your weekend?", my friend Joy asked
"It was okay", I replied a bit joyful though tinged with boredom
I do not believe in friends, I believe in acquaintances or simply minions because I was once one...Mmm those bitter days. I view the world in tiny little details...I'm not dumb nor am I a genius. I'm smart in books, yes—but I prefer the term 'emotions'. You got that right...I'm a manipulator...but well...let's leave that for another story to tell later
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"Why can't you do something right, you useless child? Don't be lazy!"
Smack! Smack!
My cheeks sting. Tears don't come. Haven't for a long time...lucky me.
Gasp! I jolt awake. My room.
"Goodness me", I mutter under my breath
Too fresh. Always too fresh. No matter how much I bury it. "Hehe", I laugh slips out-a sharp, bitter self-depriciative laugh. JUST LIKE ME.