This is how I felt today...
She curled up in the corner, tears streaming down her face.
Zora couldn't take it anymore. Weirdo, Drama Queen, Diva. She has heard it all. But no one saw that pain, that hurt, that anger.
She closed her eyes, cursing herself. Why couldn't I be normal and smart and pretty like Tawni and Sonny?
Usually, she let those names pass. But now…
HOW IS BEING DRAMATIC A BAD THING? she wailed mentally.
Worthless.
Worthless.
Worthless.
Even her best friends thought she was weird.
Stop the names.
Stop the names.
Stop the names.
Zora had never been insecure. But the walls of security was falling down. Insecurity flooded her eyes.
Weird. Drama Queen. Garbage Picker. Hobo.
There was no one there for her. Sweet, innocent Sonny wouldn't even give a damn about it, logging off of Facebook when she asked for her support. Tawni was unsympathetic, as always. And don't even get me started on Nico and Grady…
Snob. Bitch. Dramatic. Geek.
And for the first time, Zora blamed herself.
Cry-baby. Kiss-up.
She wasn't going to cut. No, she was too wise for that. So she did the only thing she allowed herself to do.
Cry.
My first story using the third person. Review!