By Alethea Paul
Tina hated home. Hated how her school still carried the textbooks with her father’s name. How her mom was never there. Always working. Hated that the only thing to do was use one of the six lanes at the bowling alley or be like the girls her age filling time and holes with boys.
She had nothing to latch onto and no one to call her own. She was a specter waiting for some feeling to possess.
But Tina was done waiting for change. She didn’t bother with goodbyes, just packed her bags.
She ghosted town before becoming part of it.
Great word choice to tell this story