The Other Girl

nausea. However, when I looked around the room I saw many girls who were didn`t fit in, like me; some who opted for slacks, some who decided to wear no makeup, some who just didn’t look like everyone else. We all had similar demeanors: uncertain smiles, furrowed brows, and faces that were pointed straight down, as if we were being reprimanded. After everyone had sat down, the recruitment organizers slowly handed out envelops to every girl, which would list the sororities that had invited them back

the doorbell rang out again, this time three girls walking in. Parker watched the three girls with curiosity as they all giggled over something. Each of the girls was shorter than her, Parker had guessed, one probably being near 5’4, another being just a bit shorter than herself. Magenta colored hair was what really caught her attention. It reminded Parker of Nichole. Parker continued to watch the three girls, sort of enticed by the magenta-haired girl. “One day all four of us will come here together

one common goal to achieve success through each other. Hours upon hours are spent practicing a particular set of skills. A number of hours are spent together, forcing teammates to become closer the more time that is spent working as a group. Thankfully, I was able to become part of something that was much more than a team, I learned to adapt to a new-found family. A family that brought me closer than words can describe to this inseparable group of girls. There were two instances that brought us the

at the dining hall. As I look around at different groups I can tune into different conversations people are having. It was easier to tune into the conversations while the dining hall have as many people. To the right of me there is a group of five girls. They are speaking about how large the Bananas are today, “it’s literally the length of my head.” To the back of me there is a group of Lacrosse boys sitting at the first round table talking about their six o’clock morning practice and how dreadful

because even though the story is about a girl who has an abusive uncle, kills him in self defense, forgets everything and is basically a child, and then somehow made it to New York to visit a girl she hasn’t seen since high school, I believe that this line is an extremely important thing for everyone to take to heart and do. The story also shows that even though Mila treated Lo horribly in high school and basically ruined all of Lo’s high school life the girls still let Mila stay with them when she

the other girls. "How could you do this to me, Roxanne? I told you how much I liked Jake. And, Jake was the one who asked me out," I

Tessa had always had her life set, she always had a schedule and it was always plain; wake up, eat, go to school, go to extra curriculars, come home, do homework, sleep, and repeat. Atlanta was a lively city, it was known for its seductive nature and accordingly had millions of people living in its nooks, high but Tessa had never felt the positive energy. Her life felt stagnant, she didn’t feel like she belonged. It was a Sunday afternoon and she was strolling home from her music lesson, inhaling

The girl trudges down the lonely stretch of road, the shoulder straps of her backpack cutting into her shoulders and the blue plastic cooler she pulls behind her straining her muscles. Ugh, why did she have to be such an obedient daughter? Of course, she didn’t want to be rude and say, “Bring a bunch of food to grandma who lives all the way across town when we don’t have a car? Screw that!”, because she would never do that, but she was starting to regret not being a bit more persistent against going

way to the class my teacher asked me to step outside for a bit to talk to her about this incident. She asked me to explain everything that happened again. Afterward, she called the other girl out waiting for her explanation, letting her know my mom had already called the teacher and told her the truth. I guess the girl got scared since even my mom also got involved making the issue more serious than she had expected it to be. Seeing no future in lying further on this, she finally confessed everything

the air. The girl looked down angrily as her mom placed her bags in the soft sand. “Mom, you cannot seriously let me stay a month at the unknowns of the sea with these people! I don’t even know them!”, the girl cried, her voice a bit shaky from anger she kept inside. The mother shot a glance at her daughter after waving to the nice people who offered to take her daughter on a free trip to the beach, “You know Cassie”. The girl with red grape like hair looked back over at the other girl and her family