I Refuse to Burn Out
Language: en
As I grew close to Jenna, a subtle malice crept in. I bought a new coat, and she blurted that it made me look like a wild boar, then laughed it off as a joke. At the grocery store, she’d pull my arm toward the discount section and say, “This stuff is past its prime—stop being so cheap,” even when I wasn’t looking. Then she’d quickly change the subject. Still, she felt like a good friend. The only problem was the constant turmoil she stirred in me. I tried talking to my boyfriend Leo, but he just smiled and called me sensitive, pinching my cheek. My mom scowled and said city people were…