Drabble: Social Anxiety – by Stella Garp

by specklit

Coming here was stupid. The victory party was just a bunch of grownups giving speeches and getting drunk, and the only music, if you could call it that, came from some guys in the corner beating at drums.

And so much for getting in with the popular girls. Vaani’s dietary restrictions were weird enough, but now there was the community bath thing. They’d probably think she was unhygienic, or something.

“I can’t,” she explained. “We’re vegetarians.”

“More like freaks,” said one of the girls.

Vaani ran then, leaving the savages to bathe in the stupid blood of their stupid enemies.

Author’s Note: If I’d been invited to this party, I would have found a quiet boulder to hide behind while I read my vellum.


One Response to “Drabble: Social Anxiety – by Stella Garp”

  1. I have to go to a work party on Friday with a group of co-workers that I don’t know very well. As I’m awkwardly standing in the corner, watching everyone else get trashed, sweating buckets as I desperately hope that no one approaches me, I’ll be thinking, “At least we aren’t bathing in the blood of our enemies.” And that will help.

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