I’m not interested in avoiding him or turning the other cheek anymore. I’m hoping that after a year of breathing room, he’s moved on and forgotten all about me.īut even if he hasn’t changed, I have. Now I’m back to finish up high school and get the hell out of here forever. I spent a year studying abroad and bathed in the freedom of life without Jared. I worried about what was around every corner and behind every door. His pranks and rumors got more sadistic as time wore on, and I made myself sick trying to hide from him. I’ve been humiliated, shut out, and gossiped about all through high school. But then, one summer, he turned on me and has made it his mission to screw up my life at every opportunity. He would never refer to me so informally, if he referred to me at all.We’re neighbors, and once, we were best friends.
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