~Early September~
~Harlow’s Point of View~
One more semester. I can do this. Then… I'm gone. A city somewhere, any random one far enough away will do. Just have to make it through a few months.
“Oww! Seriously,” I whine, as a volleyball hits me in the head.
“Pay attention dork,” someone shouts.
I groan and move to rub my head, until I feel hands on my waist and fully panic.
“Fullll mooooon!! Or half moon since your ass is so small,” someone shouts, as I gasp and squat to pull up my skirt. At least he didn’t get my underwear, I guess.
Tears prick at my eyes as I try to fix myself, and I step from the center court and off to the side. I blow out a hard breath and recite my mantra: I can do this, I am strong.
Do NOT cry Harlow!! Do not give them that!!
By the time I’ve turned back,
