Thinner Novels & Stories

And the way he looked at me, not angry, not threatened, just bored. Like I was some kid who had wandered into the wrong room and hadn't figured it out yet. I turned and put my fist through the drywall. The crash snapped through my knuckles and the sting was clean and quick, the kind of pain that cuts through noise. I pulled my hand back and stared at the split skin across my knuckles, breathing hard, and felt exactly none of the relief I was looking for. Mable Thorne. She had sat in the Dean's office and I had let them strip her scholarship down to a "under review" like she was a line item that needed adjusting.

“Babe I know how difficult it must be for you right now… but you’re strong. I trust you! You’re going to bounce back and you’re going to find an opportunity that is even more amazing than this one. I know it’s hard, but don’t give up, okay?” I sighed at Sandra’s words. She said she knew how difficult it must be for me in that moment. But she didn’t! Sandra was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, and it didn’t matter that we were best friends… I had always known that she was better-off than I was and I had gotten used to it. Sometimes, resentment had come into the picture… but I had killed it before it could turn into something terrible.