Status: thank you.
The Sanctuary Beyond the Undergrowth
four
I was pulling on my classroom shoes by my locker down the hallway as the other girls passed and shared their collections of boy band posters with childlike joy. I raised my head to watch them, examining as their glossy lips moved and little, chirpy voices came out.
I spoke softly to myself and wondered if my voice, too, was as theirs were.
I spoke softly to myself and wondered if my voice, too, was as theirs were.