Eying the blinding glisten of her left earring, I indefatigably loathed her.
She would stroll very vixen-like directly up to the guy and flirtingly caress him on the arm or shoulder.
And suddenly, he’s over me.
It was sickening.
But whenever I answered a question she’d respond with a more informed, more enthusiastic retort, whereupon the instructor would reply with praise for her.
Never did she have a blemish, gain a pound, have an astray strand of hair, nothing.
She would stroll very vixen-like directly up to the guy and flirtingly caress him on the arm or shoulder.
This girl, with so much misdirected hate toward me, and such awfulness spat in my general direction, was taking up for me!
I walked away. Now a few feet behind me, I barely deciphered the sigh and quiet mumble of the same recognizable voice: “I’ve always been so jealous of you,” she said
"There is adventure in simply being among those we love, and among the things we love -- and beauty, too."-Lloyd Alexander
I walked away. Now a few feet behind me, I barely deciphered the sigh and quiet mumble of the same recognizable voice: “I’ve always been so jealous of you,” she said.