Schoolgirl — Melody Marks

Who are you when no one is watching?

She stood before the full-length mirror, her pleated skirt pressed to knife-sharp edges, her knee-high socks pulled up without a single wrinkle. The girl staring back was the picture of discipline—the top of her class, the teacher’s pet, the one who never ran in the hallways. Yet Melody saw something else in her own eyes. A flicker. A question she had never dared to voice aloud. melody marks schoolgirl

It was a promise.

She wrote until the light turned amber. Until her fingers cramped. Until the words spilled out of her like water from a cracked dam. Who are you when no one is watching

A story.