JUNIPER
If I chewed on my lip anymore, I’d chew right through it. Moira stood in the middle of the cafeteria, talking to her group of friends, like the queen bee she was. Everyone in the cafeteria looked at her, as if her eye contact would be some kind of blessing.
She looked completely different from the person I once knew. When we were still in middle school, we were each other’s only friends. We played together every day, and neither of us cared about what others thought. Moira slowly changed over the years. Part of me knew it was happening, but I chose to ignore it. I was afraid of being left alone.
I lived in ignorance out of fear, but the Moira sitting in the cafeteria was far from anyone I knew. She forced me to see the reality I chose to ignore, but I was done pretending.
I was
