Chapter 3: You gotta fight from the inside
“What the fuck, Jade?” Kit slams Jade’s half-open locker, her eyebrows furrowed in what Jade can only describe as a Disney princess frown. Her voice sounds unnaturally pitchy, but Jade has to remind herself than she hasn’t truly spoken that much with Kit since coming back, so the only voice she remembers coming from Kit’s full lips is from five years ago, forever altered by the passage of time and idealization of a past she can never relive. “What’s up, Kit?” Kit straightens her back to make herself seem taller. She's not letting this go easily. “Why did I have to find out that you’re, like, a WWE boxer or some shit, through fucking Instagram?”




















