At least I’m the one holding the knife now. No one is ever going to hand me a tissue again, just so they can watch me bleed.
"You can’t sit with us. (But you can watch) 🥂👑" Engagement: "Tag your favorite mean girl." Option 3: The "POV: You’re My Assistant" mean bitches pov 1 free
The cafeteria is my stage. I sit at the center table, surrounded by girls who laugh at my jokes before I’ve even finished the punchline. I can feel their desperation; it’s a cold, clinging thing. They stay because being in my shadow is safer than being in my crosshairs. We trade secrets like currency, and I am the wealthiest person in the room. I know who is failing chemistry, whose parents are fighting, and who cried in the bathroom during third period. Information is the only thing that keeps the floor from dropping out from under me. At least I’m the one holding the knife now