#pizzasup

❝ hey! new girl ! ❞  rory’s hands tuck into the pockets of her worn leather jacket,  her expression is hardened to start but she can feel herself loosen up as she regards her curiously.  ❝ can’t believe you told off the head cheerleader like that. it was totally tubular.  ❞

“ please forgive me. ”  gone is the woman of the night, and here is the little girl of the day. mama’s amma, not the wild one, not her creature. her teeth stay safely tucked behind polite pink lips, hands and sharp nails clasped behind her back. the picture of innocence. amma leans in close, tone dropping and taunting frankie to do the same. closer, closer, won’t you come in, dear? the smile that she gives isn’t so far away from last night.  “ sometimes when i show off in front of my friends, i get carried away. ”

                   ‘ i could swear there is someone, somewhere watching me, ’     @pizzasup​ + holding out for a hero.

(     *      @pizzasup​         )       ‘‘    sorry about the mess.     ’’      toothy smile speaks of secret shame:    the patch of garden - green grass had been taken over by a single trailer,    two tents twitching out around a campfire   (travel has made them excellent campers,    which meant using local pools for showers,   and meticulously clearing out the area around them,  and   ...   a skipped heartbeat whenever cassie has to show anyone the wound of her life).     ‘‘   cleo!     ’’      she shouts,   loud and abrasive,    softness scrubbed clean by her mother’s callous hands.     ‘‘     what have i told you about leaving your dolls out?    we look like a cult family.     ’’       she’s heard on the radio that she should be scared of those things:     she’s more scared of the judgement of the girl by her shoulder,    who must be taking in the surroundings like her family crawled right out of the dirt.     ‘‘    we don’t have to hang out here,   actually.    let’s go somewhere else   ...   you think you can stand the smell of pizza?     ’’