"Look, I don't have time for you anymore!" you screamed. The girl you had verbally attacked had tears running down her face. I didn't know her, but I felt bad for her. I felt like it had been my fault that you were screaming these terrible things at her.
"You said you wouldn't change!" she screamed, her voice choking on her tears.
"Yeah, well, I lied. I have to go," you said, gathering your bags. Ribbons of your school's colours dangled from the zipper pulls and matched the ones you had tied around your hair. You were blonde now- again.
As though I had stepped forward, my veiw zoomed in closer. I could see the make up on your face and the coloured glitter coating your eyelids and resting on your lengthened lashes. You hadn't pulled your bangs into your long French braids, leaving them to hang at an angle, touching your pink cheekbones. Your hair hadn't been this long in years.
You flashed a sarcastic smile and blew her a kiss. "Goodye."
Don't be a cheerleader. Just, don't.
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