VIOLET
Ihurry back to the room and change my clothes. I need to get the smell of him off my skin. I need a hot shower, too, but that isn’t happening.
My phone has blown up with texts from Willow, Jess, and Amanda. They’re getting progressively drunker.
I comb out my hair and paint on a new line of mascara, winging it out. It’s a slightly edgier look than I’m used to, but I feel like I’m ready to just… let go.
Who do I have to impress anyway?
All my life, I’ve been the happy one. I loved ballet, I loved dance class, I loved my friends. My mom was good enough for me to get by. My dad… well, whatever. Growing up without a dad wasn’t the worst thing that could’ve happened to me.
Although sometimes I do think about him and what he would say if he could see me now. He’d either be proud or
