Chapter 5 of Confessions of the Popular Girl
The paper mocked me. Interrogating me with questions I could answer. That the teacher wanted me to answer. To get to know me better. For my own personal answer. I didn't have to consider my other choice. It would be impossible to dodge him of he knew the answers. To know where I live, I could just see him stalking outside of my house. To know what I eat. To dangle food in front of me, my flesh wanting to tear it apart. To tear apart the flesh.
You don't know if I'm a cannibal or not. So I'd watch your back.