I vastly overestimate my productivity.
----Update #13: In Which a Turning Point is Reached----
Ferris doubled over as she suddenly became aware of the stiff pain jabbing at her stomach. She was all but ripped from her reverie as she slipped off the bed frame and onto to floor.
"Not again," she hissed bitterly, struggling to keep herself from crying out as the stiffness spread downwards, enveloping her legs in its grasp. She
hated this feeling, this sensation of not being in control of her own body. It reminded her of when she'd first hit puberty. She'd been significantly later than the other girls, a fact that hadn't gone unnoticed and had been whispered whenever Ferris's back was turned. She chastised her past self for letting those
short-sighted bitches get to her with their incessant commentary to the point that she slipped and introduced them to the right hook that had won her the state championships two years running.
She'd been suspended for that, something that she only later realized had been the lead girl's goal; to instigate her, the tempt the shark-toothed maniac. It's been a stupid mistake, one that the old her wouldn't have-.
She slammed the errant thoughts away. The old Ferris had been weak coward, always willing to let other step all over get what they wanted with almost no thoughts as to his own well being. He'd ruined her life by being utterly complacent in everything he did. To think even for a second that a
puny excuse for a human being like him, had been better than the girl in any way was
madness. He was the one who'd gotten her into this mess in the first place by letting those two brain-dead idiots upstairs push him into spending his entire life savings on a pathetic excuse for a boat that they'd probably wouldn't even use for a month before selling it for booze money. If he'd had even the semblance of backbone, he would have declined, and she wouldn't be stuck down in this
damned room having her body warped by who knows what into...
A pair of memories flashed in front of her eyes. In one, a blonde boy smiles smugly as he walked down the hall with his friends, leaving another, smaller boy stranded with an empty lunchbox. In the other, a girl is grinding the smug grin off his face with lunchbox as she delivers a beating that will break him in more ways than one.
... Everything she
could have been...
Ferris ground her teeth together, her hands curling into tight fists.
Another flash. In one, A teenaged boy with deep bags under his downcast eyes is jostled down a crowded hallway. In the other, the crowd parts slightly to make way for the teenaged girl striding down it, her steely glare cutting down anyone who would dare to meet her gaze.
...Everything she
should have been.
With a herculean effort, she pried her aching body off the ground.
Flash. A young man is hunched over his laptop at 3 am, frantically typing a research paper for a course he's not even taking and won't even be credited for while a party rages just outside his door. A young woman's mouth curls into a predatory grin as prepares to drive her knee into the crotch of the man trying to start a conversation with her chest.
A part of her wanted to cry out in pain. It was pleading with the forces assailing her to stop, to undo what they had done to her body and mind. It wanted to go back to the way thing were, to once again be the Ferris it once was, the selfless young man who'd go out of his way to help anyone who asked out of the kindness of his heart, the boy who'd just wanted to be good.
The rest of her had two words to say about that boy.
Fuck him
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