shiny fake baubles adorn all of your fingers. a couple dozen or more silly bands lining each wrist like some sort of rainbow armor. smudged eyeliner. spike haired and just now growing the balls to use curse words in front of others. high school halls, a shrine of profanity.
and the first time you utter the word "f*ck", it's under your breath and directed toward me? i'll tell you a secret. i'm far from sugar-and-spice and everything nice, little girl.
i hate to see anyone crying, but don't push me.
ghost
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