บททั้งหมดของ His Marshmallow: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 17

“Your words have so much power. Everyday, if you tell yourself ‘I love you,’ if you give yourself one word of validation, it will change your mind.” - Ashley Graham.“I'M GETTING SICK and tired of her.” Someone said agitatedly as I heard people walk into the restroom.I froze in place, my hand still on the lock of the stall I was about to open. The voice sounded so familiar but it was taking my brain awhile to place it.“Me too.” I recognized the voices. It was Bianca and Betty – Brittany's minions. I wondered who they were talking about.“She's so infuriating. She acts like everybody's beneath her. We are supposed to be friends but–”“She treats us like we're her puppets.” Bianca cut in, completing her sentence. They both let out groans.Brittany. They were talking about Brittany.I could have bet that they were standing before the mirror, touching up their makeup as they talked about her. I wondered where their puppet master was, that they were here badmouthing her.Is it bad mouth

“And I said to my body softly, ‘I want to be your friend.’ It took a long breath and replied, ‘I have been waiting my whole life for this.’” -- Nayirrah Waheed.“YOU ARE GOING on a blind date.” My mom announced over breakfast the next day.The coffee that was going down my throat went through the wrong pipe and I started to cough.Mom passed me a glass of water and I took a sip in a bid to ease my cough. She stood up from her chair and came to pat my back softly to ease it.When it seemed I had recovered, she returned to her seat.“Sorry, what?” Was all I managed to say.Mom continued eating like she didn’t just detonate a bomb. “You heard me.”No, I didn’t think I did. Maybe my brain was still fuzzy since I woke up about an hour ago. “You’re going on a blind date?” I asked her. I hoped that was what she had said and not what my brain thought she said. She dropped her fork and stared at me. “No. You. You are the one going on a blind date. Not me.”“Me?” My right hand rested on my ch

“We can’t hate ourselves into a version of ourselves we can love.” –Lori Deschene. MY HEART WAS pounding. My palms were getting sweaty, and I was biting my lower lips. I didn't agree to this. I didn't want to do this but it seemed like my opinion didn't matter. For some reason, Avery was adamant about coming to the party and now, we're here, right outside Ray's house. Avery interlocked her hand with mine as we walked towards the house. I was still in my sweater and denim pants while Avery was dressed in black leather pants, ankle boots and brown leather jacket. It was way past 9 pm and I can think of way better things I could be doing than to be here. Not to mention that this was my very first high school party. I'd never been invited to things like this, and I wasn't invited to this one either. Avery dragged me along. "I don't think this is a good idea, Ave. Let's go back." I stopped walking, trying to dissuade her for the last time. "We are already here, Maiz. Let's have f

"The best gift you are ever going to give someone — the permission to feel safe in their own skin.”― Hannah Brencher.MaisieAS FAR AS I knew, Avery didn't like Raymond. Not one bit. But tonight, it was as if she suddenly liked all the things she claimed she hadn't. Firstly, she made us come to this party that she clearly said she wasn't interested in before. Then, she went ahead, and mingled with the said popular kids that she also didn't like. Now, she was dancing with Ray. And it wasn't just any dance, it was kind of provocative. I knew she was drunk but that didn't explain all that had happened tonight. She was already acting weird before we got here. I wish she had just opened up to me, instead of this disaster that was going on here. I watched her dance for a few minutes, contemplating my next course of action. I thought about what Avery would do if she wasn't under the influence of alcohol. She would definitely not be dancing with Ray. She'd definitely regret this. So, I wal