[She's no longer sure if she's going to cry or run downstairs and start punching.
So here comes a big, screaming, emotional exposition, half-incoherent and raving on how she spent hours on getting her hair right, and finding the right mascara so she could ditch the false eyelashes. Hours of exfoliation and waxing, and plucking, and living through awful late elementary days as a chunky Asian girl with braces and glasses, who wasn't good at math or science, or anything she was supposed to be, saving money from babysitting small children and pets so she could go to cheerleading camp in the summer. Getting up at five in the morning so she could run and wash up for school after.
More exposition on how you don't understand. This is supposed to be the payoff: high school. Making it. And she was there, this year, at JV tryouts, pumping weights in the school gum, and running cross country after school. She was there, qualifying for female shootout, and even bringing their school a shot at making regionals.
All this great outpouring of sound and anger and hard work-]
-And now mom, dad, and Auntie Soo are all dead, and Kai's all hurt, and I have to change schools, and live in this shithole full of creeps, and it just isn't fair! And I'm NOT A DAMN CROSSDRESSER, okay?!
[She's completely bawling by the end of that, streaking big black mascara tears]
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Re: Neil, Kai & Rylie | Apparently learning how to be men
Date: 2014-07-31 05:21 pm (UTC)[She's no longer sure if she's going to cry or run downstairs and start punching.
So here comes a big, screaming, emotional exposition, half-incoherent and raving on how she spent hours on getting her hair right, and finding the right mascara so she could ditch the false eyelashes. Hours of exfoliation and waxing, and plucking, and living through awful late elementary days as a chunky Asian girl with braces and glasses, who wasn't good at math or science, or anything she was supposed to be, saving money from babysitting small children and pets so she could go to cheerleading camp in the summer. Getting up at five in the morning so she could run and wash up for school after.
More exposition on how you don't understand.
This is supposed to be the payoff: high school. Making it.
And she was there, this year, at JV tryouts, pumping weights in the school gum, and running cross country after school. She was there, qualifying for female shootout, and even bringing their school a shot at making regionals.
All this great outpouring of sound and anger and hard work-]
-And now mom, dad, and Auntie Soo are all dead, and Kai's all hurt, and I have to change schools, and live in this shithole full of creeps, and it just isn't fair!
And I'm NOT A DAMN CROSSDRESSER, okay?!
[She's completely bawling by the end of that, streaking big black mascara tears]
I'm noooooooooooot!
[Wailing into her hands now.]