Ugly Duckling

At school the next day, I showed Nora the fresh cut on my wrist.

It was deeper than most.

It hurt worse.

Yet I didn't care.

I never did.

She bit her lip before getting to her feet, dragging me with her.

"Where are we going?" I had asked.

"To get your sister."

"She's not my sister."

"Jesse. Come on."

"Why do we need her?"

"So I can call her out for being such a prude."

"Oh. You don't have to do that..."

It would only make my homelife that much worse.

"But I want to, Brogan. I'm sick and tired of her and everyone else treating you like garbage. You're awesome, B. But no one will give you the time of day to prove it."

"Oh..."

I really hope she cares as much as she plays off.

I hope.