she tried being nice. she tried being a good girl. but after a while, it was too much. she couldn't hold on to the pasted smile, and son, the innocent smile devolved into a sardonic smirk. after seeing her mother locked away and her father drink his troubles away, sometimes taking it out on her, after being harassed and abused in school, after being molested by a trusted adult, she had enough. she, a 18 year old girl of average intelligence, but an overactive imagination. she wanted revenge. she needed to get back at them.
i hate these people. Tara thought, in the first three minutes of her third period of the last three days of her last school year. why do all of these people have to talk at once?
Tara placed her head on the cold plastic desk and heaved a great sigh. she could hear the conversations the other 18 students were having, and was just as interested in their conversations as an elephant was about a group of ants'.
"did you hear about Stacy's..."
"i know rig