Kales

Appaloosa. Content Warning.

I couldn't stand this girl. For no reason at all. She had atomic orange curls springing in every direction, fully loaded chipmunk cheeks, and a different shirt with the same horse on it every stinkin' day. Her freckles looked so out of place on her sickly white skin. It was a month into 7th grade when I finally learned her name. Tracy. It was as bland as her personality. I didn’t understand her in the slightest; every time she spoke, her monotone voice would send my mind running for the hills. When the bell would ring, she would always be the last one to leave the classroom, but somehow scatter to be the first one to arrive at the next. I guess karma put her in just about every one of my classes and it drove me crazy that I could spend days studying for a test and never make the same grade as her in any of them. Why did she bother me so much?