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She laughed at Laurel's response, taking another mouthful out of her juice. There was something new pounding through her veins, something that made her feel more alive than ever. As Jason glanced over his shoulder to check on her, she gave him a thumbs up.
They'll get sick of you before long.
The sudden recurrence of her self-hatred caused the smile to slide from her face. She tilted her head back to stare at the ceiling in the hopes that the others wouldn't notice. But it was true. How long would it be before they got sick of her? She was going to constantly be in their presence for the next however long. They were her friends, so they'd be nice about it for as long as possible- but the fact still remained that they would eventually grow sick of her and abandon her or kick her out. Maybe she could go home before it was too late.
But even her own family was sick of her. They probably wouldn't even miss her. Her brother hadn't spoken to her in weeks- he had his own family now. Her mother preferred her husband over her own bloody daughter. And the less said about Scout's father, the better. The only reason her friends hadn't gotten sick of her yet was because they didn't have to spend all day every day with her.
"Can we stop and get something to eat? I didn't eat much this evening because of nerves and now I'm kinda getting peckish," she asked. She wasn't that hungry at all- if anything, her stomach felt sick at the thought of her friends ditching her. But what she really needed was some alone time in the bathroom, where she could ground herself and centre herself again and reconstruct her facade. She followed her words with a mouthful of juice.
They'll get sick of you before long.
The sudden recurrence of her self-hatred caused the smile to slide from her face. She tilted her head back to stare at the ceiling in the hopes that the others wouldn't notice. But it was true. How long would it be before they got sick of her? She was going to constantly be in their presence for the next however long. They were her friends, so they'd be nice about it for as long as possible- but the fact still remained that they would eventually grow sick of her and abandon her or kick her out. Maybe she could go home before it was too late.
But even her own family was sick of her. They probably wouldn't even miss her. Her brother hadn't spoken to her in weeks- he had his own family now. Her mother preferred her husband over her own bloody daughter. And the less said about Scout's father, the better. The only reason her friends hadn't gotten sick of her yet was because they didn't have to spend all day every day with her.
"Can we stop and get something to eat? I didn't eat much this evening because of nerves and now I'm kinda getting peckish," she asked. She wasn't that hungry at all- if anything, her stomach felt sick at the thought of her friends ditching her. But what she really needed was some alone time in the bathroom, where she could ground herself and centre herself again and reconstruct her facade. She followed her words with a mouthful of juice.