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megaphone
If I had a megaphone, I could be just like everyone else. I could shout my opinions at everyone who doesn't want to hear them and shove my beliefs down others' throats. And what could they do about it? Nothing. I was louder. Stronger. And a monster. Only a monster would do something as horrific as that.
cigarette
Smoking is a disgusting habit. The way it kills your body, making it whither away. Turning your teeth an ugly blackened yellow color, rotting your insides. I thought about that as I lit up a cigarette by the park.
etiquette
Why the hell do I have to take this fucking etiquette class? I know how to have manners, I just don't fucking use them. Please and thank you. Knives and spoons on one side of the plate. Forks on the other. I GET IT. God damn.
plague
The plague was everywhere. All around us. The men in the field had it. The women in the shops. The kids in the schools. And they didn't even know. We had to warn them. Warn them that what was in their systems was getting stronger. It was going to kill them if they didn't act. And fast.
straw
I put my mouth on the straw and sucked in. I don't remember if I drank that much because I liked the drink or I was trying to drown myself. Drown myself in sorrow. In my misery. In my pathetic existence. I don't even.
mean
It hurt. A lot. How could they be so...mean. In private is one thing. Personal. Through a text. Sure. Email. Why not. IM even. I'll take it. But right there. In the hallway. In front of Cameron. WHY. I felt like an idiot. How could you, of all people, do that to me. It hurt.