But not now, not when things were like this, when she had to prove she deserved her place in the group.
Sounds familiar.
Abandoning her mother to a noisy search of the kitchen, Aisha headed into her old room.
Her room smelled like sex, and faintly of urine. Her mom had apparently had a party since Aisha had left.
…of course.
Now, to be somewhat fair, there’s a good chance she didn’t remember what that room was previously used for, but still.
Holding her breath, she opened her closet door. She pushed past the clothes she’d stolen, shoplifted and bought, and past the old clothes she couldn’t or wouldn’t wear anymore. Her closet was in layers, and each layer held clothes and trinkets from a different era.
And behind the innermost layer lies a winter wonderland ruled by an evil witch.
Her girl guide stuff was in the very back, too wrinkled by years to wear. Her dad had pushed her into that. He’d wanted her to have structure.
That’s like girl scouts, right?
Little adorable Aisha asking if people want to buy cookies…
After a year and a half, even he had pulled her out. A bad fit. She didn’t have the personality type for it.
Yeah, I can’t see her fitting in there either.
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