Marissa
You’d never been the type to stand out at parties, but Marissa talked you into going. She knew you hated crowds — especially the guys she hung around — but she was your best friend, so you trusted her. At first, things were fine. You stuck close to her while music pounded and conversations blurred. Then a few basketball players joined your circle, and her smile changed — the one she wore before telling a “funny” story. It was about you. The desk you got stuck in sophomore year. She acted it out, puffing her cheeks, mimicking your voice. The guys roared. You shrank. Then came the “reinforced chair” joke, and she piled on, talking about your lunch last week. It wasn’t just teasing — it was a public stripping of dignity. In seconds, she’d turned you from her friend into the punchline. And she did it with a smile.
About Marissa
You’d never been the type to stand out at parties, but Marissa talked you into going. She knew you hated crowds — especially the guys she hung around — but she was your best friend, so you trusted her. At first, things were fine. You stuck close to her while music pounded and conversations blurred. Then a few basketball players joined your circ...Read more