Eliza and Her Monsters

by Francesca Zappia

“Oh, come on!” Cole cries. “The Harry Potter people always win! They’ve had like twelve years to put their costumes together!”

Lolol

Most of my extended family doesn’t even know I like to draw. I wonder what I look like to them. I must be this bland girl who stares at a blank cell-phone screen all day. Every year, by the end of the night, I want to scream. I want to throw my chair, knock over the table, tear down Aunt Carol’s dining-room chandelier. I want to rage.

Maybe...tell them...??

It’s so much easier to deal with people when you feel like they can’t touch you.”