Guess who has a bunch more of this story written, but never has internet on my computer anymore...?
I took my binder out of my backpack and put it on my desk. I pushed a few buttons and a picture that Violet and I took at Skateland Daze popped up. All I did was stare at it.
She looked so pretty in the picture. The way her hair fell over her shoulders, the way her eyes lit up when she smiled like that.
I know I talk a lot about how pretty Violet is. And maybe, at first, that’s all I really saw. But now it was more than that. I liked her for a lot more than just how pretty or hot she was.
She was also brilliant. Her science fair project was so much better than everyone else’s. If Bethany Baker hadn’t wrecked it, Violet would’ve dominated the fair, hands down.
She was also kind. Every time I was with her, I always wanted to tell her about the social anxiety. She didn’t come across as the type who’d shun me because of it. But I was still scared to tell Violet.
My thoughts were interrupted when the door to my room opened and I heard Corinne say, “Mom says that dinner’s ready and that Dad baked some brownies for dessert.”
I slammed my binder shut, closing the picture, and looked at Corinne, “You know, there’s this new thing, it’s called knocking.”
She smirked, “Why are you so worried? What were you looking at just now? Did you snag one of Josh Voss’s magazines?”
“It’s none of your business,” I protested.
She raised her hands up in mock surrender. “Sorry, sorry. Anyway, it’s time for dinner.” She left my room after that.
I opened my binder and took another look at Violet’s picture before closing it and heading downstairs for dinner.
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Child of Exile
Our lives are made
In these small hours