VIOLET
A Widely known fact about me: I don’t like surprises. I’m jumpy. I make unholy noises. My face gets beet red, and my body gets hot and tingly, and sometimes I feel like I’ve run out of air. Unfortunately, that combination is the perfect reaction for people who do like surprises.
Which is why I’ve spent my life being surprised. Birthday parties, jump-scares, visitors I wasn’t expecting… People love to see the dramatic reaction, and I seem unable to help but give it to them.
And, naïve me, I keep expecting people will remember I loathe them.
Not today.
I’ve barely pushed open the apartment door when the lights come on and a dozen people scream, “WELCOME BACK!”
I scream right along with them. My coffee goes everywhere, and my feet go out from under me. Only quick hands grasping m
