Your last name is Scully, like The X Files. And you’re a redhead. In third grade you move across the country to a new school. Two boys start picking on you. They call you “Scummy Scully.” One day in art class one of the boys turns to you and shouts “I Loathe You.” You hear love instead of loathe, rookie mistake. On Valentine’s Day you make cards for your entire class. Inside the card you write: “Love, [your name].” You find out that day that the boys don’t love you, but you have a secret. You don’t love them either.
L Scully (they/them) is a queer writer and double Capricorn currently based in Madrid. Find them in the ether @LRScully.
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