Walking out of the stall, I look at myself in the mirror. Pale. Too skinny. Dark shadows under my eyes. Black hair. I’d be goth if not for the bright uniform. From my purse, I fish out my red lipstick and slide it on, considering my reflection. I can be strong for Tyler. I can make this shitty road mine. Own it. Use it. And someday, someday, I’ll have a beautiful road, smooth and easy and perfect. “So you aren’t going to let these assholes get to you, Ava?” I say to the scared girl in the mirror. “No. Not yet. I’m not quitting. Only cowards quit.” Whipping out a marker, I leave a little
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I love how she pushes herslef. She got my respect
