One of the best things about being the quiet, average looking girl is the ability to blend into the background, unseen yet still present. Often, my classmates forget I am there, and that is how I collect the only type of currency truly valuable in high school – secrets. The power that comes with being an invisible puppeteer, pulling strings from unexpected places at my leisure, is intoxicating. At some point, enough people might start talking to each other and figure it out, but I doubt it. Secrets have a hold on people that stops them speaking of related issues as well, lest someone somehow guess – and therein lies, I think, their biggest power. Not fear of the reveal – rather, the fear that someone might piece together the clues one by one and figure it out for themselves. The way I think about it is this: the first is death by a single blow – the latter is death by a thousand cuts…

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Binge watched Pretty Little Liars after the exams and pretty sure it has inspired the above 😉

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Ro x