I often have lots of thoughts running in my head, ideas for stories-books. So I am just going to start pouring them out at you! Please, please let me know what you think!!!
"OMG! Cordi! Have you seen your arms?"
I knew what she meant and I tried to shake off the comment without arousing suspicion.
"My arms? Oh yeah it's some weird kind of allergy - new soap or something." I prayed I sounded calm, the changing room was busy. Full of girls trying to get changed without drawing attention to their beautifully average bodies whilst desperately summing up everyone else's figures in a secretive fashion.
I drew breath.
"They're bruises Cordi, not rashes...."
Anya paused and gently touched my upper arm sweetly, best friend style.
"They look, well, horrid!"
Her voice was inflected with concern and doubt, I just knew she thought something was up.
Miss Withers called and then started over to us, we were the only ones still. I quickly pulled on clothes. She couldn't see. But rushing would only make Anya pry more.
Go slow, I thought. Be deliberate. Get enough covered and then distract the wiry old spinster. I felt tense. After all who would believe me? That the many dark purple, almost crescent shaped bruises were caused by birds. Evil, black, crow like birds that pecked me. Pecked me. Pecked me relentlessly. Pecked me in my dreams.
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