Teach Me How To Taste You

Kali: I woke up the next morning by four o’clock and it was terrible. That meant I had more hours to think about how sad my life was. It was going to be my first day in high school and to say I was nervous would be a huge understatement. It was scary to even think about transcending to high school in the first place, with the new classes and teachers and students, not to talk of having to go through all that as a stranger in another school, alone. To keep myself from thinking unhappy thoughts, I took a long shower and even did the closest thing I could to a skincare routine, drawing my inspiration from DIY YouTubers. I just hoped my skin wouldn’t give out on me on my first day. I didn’t put on makeup because I wasn’t good at it and didn’t want to end up looking like a clown on my first day and be given a name that would stick with me forever. I settled on a cute fuschia top my aunt had given me, and after several moments of testing and dropping all my pants on account of th

Kali: “For a second there, I was worried you were going to choose to stay with that voodoo girl,” Tricia said once we were all sitting at their table. “That would literally mean social suicide for you. See her sitting all alone. Don’t you wonder why she doesn’t have friends?” “How would she have friends when she looks like she’ll kill them all?” the blond who had been against me joining their table snorted. “Seriously though, she’s a literal nut case. My older brother is a senior and she knows someone that found dead birds and roaches in her locker,” Tricia said with a shudder that all her friends shared. “I heard she also talks to herself and makes voodoo dolls of people that she doesn’t like. I’m sure she’s made one for each of us.” The other girls giggled, making a sound that reminded me of anime girls laughing. They all sounded the same. There was no way it was real. “I haven’t introduced the rest of the girls to you,” Tricia chirped, remembering I was there. “This,”