"Lazy."
"Worthless."
"Freak."
"No one will ever love you."
These words repeated endlessly in Catra's mind. Always echoing through her thoughts as though she didn't hear them enough from her foster mother, Beatrix Weaver—and the whole area of neighborhood kids. But no, there was never a time she didn't remember those words.
Worthless...
Was she? Probably.
She didn't make the best grades.
Lazy...
That was probably the most true.
Freak...
She at least knew the most occurring reason they called her that.
No one will ever love you...
Now that one, that one hurt.
But it was true. Her own parents hadn't wanted her, Beatrix sure as hell wouldn't have kept her if it wasn't for the check she was getting, and even her best friend had chosen to move away and had just forgotten about her.
She hadn't even called her on her stupid birthday.
But she didn't need anyone anyway, right?
She only had to survive two more years of school before she could leave this shit hole of a town—and all the shitty memories—behind.
What she didn't account for however was becoming captain of the basket ball team or the fact that her childhood crush would come back full force and hit her square in the face—literally.