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Content warning. The topic of this piece contains sensitive material.
I am rubber, you are glue.
Whatever you say bounces off of me
and sticks to you.
But that’s not true… is it. The pen is sneakier than the sword. While weapons cut, bruise, and puncture, words leave internal scars that cannot always be seen. Parents and teachers can step in when a child is being shoved into a locker, but what about when the abuse is over Facebook or text message? A friend can step in when a wife has one too many broken wrists, but what about when a wife belittles her husband, constantly tearing him down?
No one can make you feel anything unless you value their opinion. So whose fault is it when I cry myself to sleep? Is it mine, for caring what you think? Is it yours, for not caring how your words affect those who look up to you? I’m told to wait it out, that it will get better. The bullied eventually come out on top, that the bullies appologize at the ten or twenty year reunion. Will you feel guilty? If I walk off this ledge, will you even realize that it was your words that led up to this moment? Will you be able to live with yourself or will your guilt consume you the way the water below will pull me under. I guess I will never know.
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by Emlyn Chand
genre: paranormal, YA
Synopsis from Goodreads
Simmi Shergill’s life is a mess. Her powers of psychic feeling are on the fritz, and Grandon Township’s sudden population boom has brought quite a few unsavory characters to town. She also looks like an over-blown balloon in her size 14 pants, but not even starving herself seems to be working as a diet plan. Well, at least her boyfriend, Alex, loves her so much he’d do anything for her. Last summer he even risked his life to protect her from the mysterious boy everyone was convinced wanted to kill her. The problem is, she’s not so sure she feels the same way. Is Alex really the man of her dreams? And why can’t she stop fixating on her would-be killer, Dax? Whenever he’s around, part of her wants to run screaming in the other direction while the other part longs to run into his embrace, no matter who she’d hurt or what she’d risk. Simmi’s loyalty is on the line. Who will she choose-the blind seer who loves her, or the charming telekinetic with “bad idea” written all over him? Emotions run high as the tension mounts in book two of the Farsighted series.
Have you ever needed the perfect insult for that arch nemesis? I have found the gold mine of offensive insults! You can thank me later, or now. If only I had this kit of wickedness in high school… Thou shall feareth me, lumpish beef-witted flap-dragon!
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