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Celandine slid down the stairs, swaying alarmingly on the bannister and jumping off in a pile of body-wracking sobs. She was going to be sick. She ran as fast as she could to the bathroom, glad that she hadn't run into anyone on her way down.
She burst through the door and immediately ran to a stall and started dry wretching, still sobbing and gasping for breath and feeling like the world had just ended. She felt tiny and insignificant and mean and horrible.
Worst person in the entire school.
She never understood it when her grandmother told her being a woman was hard. What was hard about great hair, a killer wardrobe as the best jewelery you could afford?
Now she understood.
Her heart was betraying her. She wished she could clone herself so she could be with everyone that wanted her to be with them. So she would be the flirty playgirl for Steven, the little girl in the sandbox with a bar of chocolate for Theo, the laid back friend for Copernicus.
She could only be herself, and she could only be with one person at a time, not that she wanted to keep breaking up with people just to run to another. Her mother never did that. She found Paris' dad and that was a wrap for her. They were married a year later.
She had always envied girls who seemed to have boyfriend after boyfriend, she didn't envy them now. She envied her mother.
She was sniffling and wiping at the tears on her face as she rounded the corner and turned into the bathroom. Her face was all spoltchy and ashy. She needed to clean herself up.
She didn't want to run into Theo, she still didn't know what to say to him, and Chris was being so good about this. It sounded like someone was dying in one of the stalls. She walked over to the door and knocked.
"Are you alright in there?" She asked softly.
She forgot her own woes, her own face tight with dried tears.