Uncontrolled rage washed through her body as she screamed at no one and everyone. She was alone in her house, who could hear her? She screeched profanities at pictures, and told everyone what she really thought about them. She was tired, after day after day of facades. Linda especially. She was tired of how Linda kept on pushing her over, making assumptions, and thinking that she knew everything. She was tired of being especially nice to her.
And to Gloria. Her picture frame shattered as it hit the cement floor, and received extra abuse. Why did she keep on
trying to be someone she wasn't?! Why was she copying her?
Why?!XXX
The next day came, and she pasted a smile on her face as she walked out the front door. "Good morning Gloria, Linda. Wonderful morning isn't it?"
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