The next day at school all that anyone talks about is the earthquake, until you snap at them, because they don't understand.
They don't understand any of it.
They call you the "ugly Nepalese girl with the fat snake braids" and then you storm off to the bathroom.
You stare at your reflection until you can't anymore, and then you undo your braids and do a ponytail instead.
YOU ARE READING
Butterfly
Short Story❝You stayed up all night making butterflies until your eyes were rimmed with red and your hands twitched.❞ Just a short story I wrote for my English class!
