>>18991522Through stinging eyes Carmody dashes out a couple of quick text messages, to her sister, Colby, and her best friend from high school, Jackie. Next up: get a bus ticket back to Arkansas. Colby'd offered to buy her a plane ticket or drive her back, but fuck Colby. Carmody came her on her own, and she'd leave on her own. She didn't have anything to move with. In fact, she didn't have anything really useful back in the apartment that she hadn't arrived with: just some training equipment and wrestling gear, and who needed that? Oh, and the fixings for dinner when she thought Bree was coming over, and a bottle of Jen Bean--actually, scratch that, that was SUPER useful. Carmody was going to fix herself a big, gross burger and do some damage on that bottle as soon as she got home.
But first, there was one more text message to send. The stinging in her eyes intensifies and her shoulders begin to shake when she pulls up Sola Fire in her phone. She quickly types out a text message apologizing for being a quitter, and a loser, and that she really did like Sola, more than LIKE her in fact, (is that weird?) but she just can't do this anymore, she was pretending to be a wrestler, but SOLA was so much stronger and better than her and she was begging her to stick with it, don't lose heart because I wasn't good enough because YOU ARE and you'll make it, you'll be champion someday, and maybe if you're not doing anything for Thanksgiving you can come up to Arkansas and..... ..... .....
She can't do it. Carmody's anger wells up again, at HERSELF, for the pathetic message that she's typing out. NO. Sola will NOT see her this way. She's NOT quitting. If Sola can keep going all this time, though everything that's happened, what kind of pathetic loser would Carmody be to quit? She deletes the whole message, unsent.
She pushes back from Sola's message screen into her contacts without sending anything at all.
