thinly concealed rage

1112 Words

MERRIELYNN. It was another school day and I stood on the volleyball court, the sun glaring down as I shifted uncomfortably in my shorts. The fabric felt tighter than usual, and I could almost hear my own heartbeat thumping in my ears as I looked around, checking to see if anyone was watching and seeing my discomfort. I leaned closer to Emorie who was standing beside me, lowering my voice, “I feel so awkward right now. Do you think anyone can tell I’m on my period?” Emorie stylishly glanced over, her eyes narrowing as she took a quick assessment of my backside. “Mere, you need to relax! You look totally fine,” she assured me with a smile. I nodded, but the knot in my stomach only tightened. I shifted my weight again, feeling the fabric cling uncomfortably. “But what if—” I started, bu

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