Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
I get so angry.
I’m so sick of Sissy being so mean to me.
I stand, covered in foam with tears still running down my cheeks and I storm into her room. I open her drawers and throw all her clothes out, I tip everything over and in doing that, I come across a diary. I flip it open and read the pages, laughing at the entries about boys. She wants to be cruel to me, I will fight back, just like Alarick told me too.
I take the diary and storm downstairs and out the front door.
Everyone stares at me and people start laughing. Loud laughter that burns my ears and makes my cheeks hot with shame. Sissy points and then her hands wrap around her belly as she laughs and laughs, calling me names and making every single person in the party stop to look at me.
“You stupid girl. Look at you. Were you trying to shave those hairy arm pits and had a bit of an accident?”
“You know what, Sissy,” I growl, her diary in my arms. “I’m sick of you. You’re a cow and you’re mean, and I can’t stand you.”
“Welcome to my world, sweetheart. I feel exactly the same way about you. The only problem is, I don’t actually give a fuck what you think of me.”
“Why can’t you just leave me alone?”
She steps forward. “Because you’re ugly, and you’re not my sister. I hate you, and I wish you would leave.”
I step back, tears rolling down my cheeks, and I open her diary.
“Dear Diary,
“I’m soooo in love with Corben. He’s so handsome. I want to make out with him so bad. I would, except bitchy Brittany is trying to get her ugly claws into him. He’d never like her anyway, she’s disgusting. What a pig face.”
“Stop!” Sissy cries, lunging at me as I take a step back and hold the diary up in the air.
Everyone at the party is laughing now, including Corben who is standing in Sissy’s little group. Her friend Brittany is, too, and she’s not happy.
“I just wish he’d take me to the lookout and we could make out in his car.”
“Stop!” Sissy screams. “You little bitch.”
“That’s enough.”
Alarick’s hard voice rolls in, making me snap the diary closed immediately. Everyone goes silent as he walks over and snatches the diary from my hands, giving me a look that has my heart sinking because it’s a look of disappointment.
“This is not cool, Briella,” he murmurs. “Go inside.”
“She filled my bed with shaving cream,” I say, my voice trembling. “She constantly picks on me. She deserved it.”
“Go. Inside.”
His voice is hard, and I turn, tears bursting forth and flowing down my cheeks as I rush inside. Mom tries to call out to me, but I run into my room and slam the door, locking it. Sissy can be such a cow to me, but the moment I return it, I’m a monster. I sit on the ground and drop my head into my hands, sobbing.
Ten minutes later, Alarick bangs on my door, calling out for me to open it.
I do as he asks and stand, swiping the tears from my cheeks as I walk over and open it. He’s standing with his arms crossed, and he looks down at me, with all my tears and snot, and his face softens just a touch. He walks into my room and I turn, watching as he goes to my bed and starts taking the sheets off and dumping them onto the ground.
“Why’d you do that?” he asks me, as he walks over to my closet and gets a clean pair of sheets out and begins making my bed.
“I’ve just had enough. She taunts me all the time. She’s so mean to me. She makes me feel silly in front of all my friends. She’s a mean girl.”
“Tonight, you were a mean girl, too.”
His words are like a slap in the face. He looks over to me, and then exhales and walks over, pointing to the bed where he orders me to sit. I do as he asks, sitting down and crossing my arms. This doesn’t seem to bother him, and he begins to speak to me in a low, calm voice.
“I know you’ve had enough, and I understand that. But doin’ what you did tonight only made you as bad as her. When I said stand up for yourself, I didn’t mean drop down to her level. You’re better than that, Briella. You’re not like her. You don’t have to be like her to make a point.”
“She won’t leave me alone,” I half whine, to which he raises his brows and gives me a small smile.
“You’re a warrior, you know how I know that?”
I shake my head, still keeping my arms crossed.
“Because you’ve been through a lot, and you’re still fighting. You still wake up each day with a smile. You still help other people. You’re a strong girl, the strongest I know. A woman like Sissy, she will never be a match to you. You have to know that.”