It’s been a while. Parsley is even worse. I can’t take much more of this. Fate and I (and my other friends) were hanging out by the bushes one day. Parsley saw us. I can’t tell if they were mad, or sad, or just hoping that they’d be able to convince me never to talk to the others again. The night after, I made a promise to myself, that I’d never speak with them again. Not unless it was to tell them how much I hat3d them and how I never wanted to see them again. I kind of closed myself off after that. I didn’t tell anyone my pronouns, stayed away from people I didn’t trust. They all called me by an undisclosed set of assigned pronouns. I’m not telling you what they are. I want to find Fate again, but I’m not sure how. She’s a grade lower than me, so we won’t be at the same school next year. When I tell Parsley how much I hat3 them, I’m taking everything with our memories written on it. I’m going to be strong and be me, and I don’t care if Parsley did it too. Well, there’s one exception. Parsley can keep Warrior Cats. I’ll never look at those books the same way again. Yes, I’ll still read them, but they, well… they’re not the same any more. I’ll take quadrobics, ComicCon, and anything else Parsley doesn’t want to remember. Everything they want to remember too. And I’ll remember Parsley. No point trying to forget them, I know I won’t. I won’t be the kid who pretended never to have known this wretched being, I’ll be the kid who knew them and still managed to be healthy. I’ll be stronger than Parsley could ever be, because I am a Therian and I know who I am and I refuse to bow to stereotypes and hat3 and fak3rs and anything else the world throws at me.
Constructive criticism welcome, please do! Picture from google, art from me If only others knew the full picture. Funny that, everyone knows part of it.
