Chapter 85. The Library

VICTORIA

One of my earliest memories of my life was of the ones where I would be the most shabbily and poorly dressed girl in school.

My mom didn’t care about me. All she cared about was if there was enough change for her to get high.

She was a worthless mother and she is dead to me. I don’t want to be around her and I don’t want to see her.

Ultimately my appearance became the reason for me to be extremely popular at school.

I would show up late to school most times because mom was always drunk or high last night and was still sleeping it off while dad was off to work trying to make ends meet.

I was always noticed and there were whispers around the hall anytime I walked by.

I was seen and known as the weird girl.

None of those pairs of eyes that looked at me with disgust and mockery were enough to make me uncomfortable as much as the two pairs of eyes that trapped me in the spot I’ve been standing in.

This was scrutinizing and un