The given word for today’s microfiction is slight. And yes, as you can tell. I write a lot about high school and teenage angst.
I am so high on the school social ladder right now.
Me, Aryn Myers, who once was a geek, ditched all my friends this weekend and went to a party.
I danced with the cheerleaders.
Did shots with the basketball players.
And I even slept with the quarterback.
Look out, world, here I come.
I watch as my so-cool, newly found friends make their way down the hallway. They are in the upper echelon of the school.
“Hey, Brent. Hi, Missy.”
No one looks my way.
I hear a snicker and ‘loser’.
This is the worst social slight ever.
Suckered again... I can identify... 🍭😕💦