inspired by: there’s something dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls. - megan abbott
running down corridors, darting into classrooms the swish of your skirt as you skip down the stairs a sea of heads bowed in prayer, eyes closed our father and hail mary spilling from our lips there is viciousness in the voices of girls, echoing in corners of a convent school.
walking in the rain, ripped jeans and dirty converse your best friend tying a braid that tugs at your mind pens used for doodling on the insides of wrists a blood pact with no blood spilt. teenage girls promising each other, forever and always and friendship.
stealing your brother-in-law’s shoes and hiding them your didi’s pleased laughter as she grins at you a bold red lipstick that incurs an aunt’s disapproval the pink and gold saree your mother chose for you you are not yet twenty, no one knows it yet, but when the time comes, you will not marry.
blowing out the single candle on the cupcake a face illuminated by the light of a laptop screen singing a quiet ‘happy birthday’ to herself eating the cupcake before her phone starts ringing she’s nineteen - determined, happy, bored, she’ll never be as dangerous as she is now.