My god, her American thighs and all her gritty beauty that really did show how utterly screwed I am.

She was a tall glass, and her family was glad to think that she was half empty, but only she knew she was a glass half full.

No, they did not know at all. They did not notice the faded name tag, they did not notice any of the calluses on her fingers.

They did not notice when she left, when she scraped enough money for some shitty destination.

I knew her in high school and forgot her after, but god damn, I will always know her as the girl I hated and loved, the one that got away from this town.