Dear Diary, something odd happened today. Zoey Wilden, self proclaimed rebel in campus, the girl with the ever changing hair, my partner in traumas. She managed to look through the glamour I had set around me, and she broke her way in before I could even blink… Daisy looked the other way and tried to keep a solemn face. Although her brow had furrowed itself together, she looked like a pained statue, an indolent damsel in distress. Daisy refused to let her know.
“There is not another point, I just needed a change” she retorted with a tiresome tone, hoping to shake the dust off and make her believe her lies. Lies Daisy herself was barely starting to see “…People wants to show their own opinions on me, and find reasons for my behaviour, they refuse to understand that maybe, just maybe, I can change without some dreadful happening being the reason for me to”
The wolf would have believed her, but Daisy’s casual behavior was far too casual. The suspicion on Zoey’s face dropped to seriousness, and she raised an eyebrow at Daisy. “Bullshit.” She said, recalling all of those thoughts that had flooded her mind when she had ‘transformed’. Zoey had basically urged herself, and that was why she was the way that she was now, because she had looked a certain way, and that had been the reason why people had chosen to treat her badly. The way she saw it, your style and the way you held yourself reflected how people responded to you. They would treat you a certain way because of how they perceived you, and if you lived up to their expectations, with time, they would stop.
“Look, you’re either doing this for attention, or you’re doing it to prove a fucking point, and you’re just lying to yourself and everyone else around you,” she laughed, completely unable to keep a straight face considering the words that Daisy had just said to her. Could she even hear herself. “Look, I get it. Something big happened to you and you got attacked. It wasn’t ‘cause you were weak or, you know, weedy. Shit happens, but don’t try to play pretend with me when you weren’t the only one there, buttercup. That’s how someone knows you’re lying.”
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