Mar 8, 2020
“Oh shit. I didn’t mean to trip you I swear, I’m sorry.”
The ground had come out of nowhere. Before she even looked, Kat knew her knees were scraped up. It was a scene she’d experienced time and time again— her final year and a half at Chiasson unbearable. And it was her reaction then that spat out now, habitually. Prepared. Armed. “Sure, but you fucking did, didn’t you?” While making fierce eye contact, Kat rose to her feet. If she clenched her jaw tight enough she wouldn’t tear up. If she focused on the anger, she could bypass the hurt. “Watch where you’re going next time.”
