Morgan Rhianna Bland
A dark-haired beauty in a shiny designer gown saunters into the ballroom, flanked by a man on each arm. Camera flashes sparkle like the diamonds around her neck, but her smile outshines them all. Lesser people stare in awe as she passes, shouting her name, clamoring for autographs. She turns up her nose at them. She’s better than them, wealthier, famous.
Jamie drags herself out of bed as the alarm clock buzzes. It feels like she just closed her eyes, and it’s already morning! Like a mindless zombie, she stumbles into the kitchen for breakfast. What’s the quickest? Coffee and cereal like always. Breakfast is cold and bland as she wolfs it down, never savoring, never tasting.
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The Story It was January 2004, the start of my second semester of my freshman year in high school. This particular school had an overcrowding problem, which meant that some classes were located in outbuildings and portable classrooms. Among them were all of the foreign languages the school offered (Spanish, French, Latin, German, and Russian), of which students were required to take two semesters’ worth of lessons in the same language to graduate.
Naughty and Nice
Christmas lights glimmer, bathing the room in an ethereal golden haze. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I’d attend a high society holiday fundraiser, yet here I am arm in arm with the love of my life. All eyes turn as we walk into the room, and my heart sinks like a stone.What am I doing here? These are all his friends! They don’t know me; they probably won’t like me. He, of all people, should know how awkward I am!
Truth or Consequences
(Content warning: mentions of bullying and violence) A new day dawns. As I’m sitting down to breakfast, I turn on my phone and open Facebook. I mindlessly scroll, and it’s not long until I see it. Some article about some celebrity being canceled for some transgression that happened some time ago. It’s the same thing every morning: the one-sided narrative, the half-truths, the cruel assumptions. If the article itself doesn’t get me riled up, the comments section does. It’s an endless wall of people condemning the article’s subject with death threats or other creative punishments that far outweigh the accusation itself. Or else, they condemn anyone who dares support the accused to the same.