twenty-three

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Ellie Webber

It was just nice to talk to someone.

I stood in front of my mirror, turning from side to side.

I wasn't anything special.

I was just me.

I was skin.

I was bones.

I was cuts.

I was bruises.

And I smelled like coffee.

But nobody listened to me no mattered how hard I screamed. No matter how loud I cried.

Taking in a deep breath, I wiped my tears that had been flowing down my cheeks for the last minute.

The one thing I hated about going to college with the same girls you went to high school with? You'll always end up running into the person you didn't want to– and I mean you will always run into them.

My morning was great hell it was amazing. I had enough time to make avocado toast and premake a lunch to eat when I got home. Everything was going according to plan.

I was trying to get to my 400 level British literature class whenever I turned a corner and smacked into Carlie. Fucking Carlie—fuck you fucking bitch. "You made me spill my coffee," She whined. It wasn't even a full spill, it tilted.

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