Chapter 12November 16th
“I can’t do this. I can’t do this.”
We’d spent weeks preparing for this moment, and one misstep had ruined it all.
“You can do this,” Kate yelled over the running water and the slap! of heavy, wet fabric being moved about roughly. She turned off the water and continued making the slapping noises, which echoed obscenely around the empty bathroom.
“I can’t. This is a sign!” I kicked at the stall door so hard that it made a sharp bang! and then continued to vibrate in place for a long moment. One corner of the poster taped to the inside let go and began to flop around. I carefully smoothed the corner back into place, looking at the blown-up picture of myself on it with growing nausea.
“I’m dropping out. I can’t stand it. I don’t care if my mother disowns me, I can
