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-A week ago -
"God she is such an annoying bitch"
Paige Harris a girl I became friends with in fifth grade was now saying these words about me behind my back. How I heard them? Well I'm currently In a bathroom stall confused as fuck and a little high.
"Is it just me, or is she becoming more depressing to be around?" I could almost picture a smug grin on her face. The laughter of the others echoed mockingly. My cheeks burned of embarrassment, these are the people I spent all my time with, who I thought I could trust.
"Yeah, plus it's like she's in love with you, always following you around like a lost puppy," another voice chimed in, trying to whisper but failing. My heart sank, tightness creeping into my chest. Of course, they'd say that.
"I bet she is," Paige replied coldly, and the others erupted in laughter.
"Ugh let's go before Mr. Callahan gives us another one of his boring ass speeches" the bathroom door swung open their voices faded as they left the restroom, leaving me alone in the cramped space.
"Well, fuck." I exhaled, fidgeting with my hair, trying to ground myself. Anxiety clawed at my insides. I felt embarrassed. All those moments I shared with them—did they mean nothing? I mean I've told them so much of my shit. My mind raced. How could I be so stupid?
Paige was the last person I expected to hear say something like that. We met in art class. She sat next to me, and never stopped talking. She was Funny, passionate, confident, and beautiful. I had always wondered why she wanted to be friends with me. Now, I was starting to wonder if it had all been a joke. I wouldn't be suprised.
My phone buzzed, snapping me out of my thoughts. It was my mom calling. I glanced at it, then turned it off. Not now. I leaned against the stall door taking out my vape, I wasn't going to cry over this shit.
Yet, as I stood there, everything from the last month replayed in my mind. Had things changed? Had I been left out? Were their laughs and whispers about me all along? But just last week, Paige had been at my house, crying to me.
-Current time-
"What is this awful music, mom?" My sister cringed, throwing herself onto her back in the backseat. She groaned, her face scrunching up. "I can't take this anymore," she muttered under her breath.
"Erica, can you put your seatbelt on?" my mom said, her voice sharp, but she didn't look up from the road. She turned the volume up, ignoring Erika whining. No idea what we were listening to, but we all have our tastes, I guess.
"Stevie, please, I'll give you 20 bucks if you change the radio." Erica shot up from her position, she leaned toward me in the passenger seat, whispering in my ear.
"Just use my headphones," I whispered back,
"Fine," she groaned dramatically, reaching her arm out over the headrest, her fingers wiggling impatiently in the air. I grabbed my bag and passed it back to her.
"Isn't this great? A road trip with my girls. Beautiful, amazing, great, so, so very fun." My mom's voice, too bright and cheerful, was starting to creep me out. I almost couldn't recognize her anymore. I think she's finally lost it, too many positive words for my mom. I couldn't help but wonder, did the divorce make her this happy? Or is she on drugs?
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