Rachelle Scott
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Passionate writer who refuses bookaholics anonymous despite the fact that my bookcases take up 90% of my living space.
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Don't Speak. Content Warning.
Chapter One So much for “We’ll still be besties,” I thought as Nadine’s phone went to voicemail again. We’d spoken twice since I left Mount Pleasant. She’d been busy all summer with the church— or so she said. Every time I thought about it, I was pissed. She was still at home, with everyone we grew up with, starting junior year and leading the youth group we created in church. Meanwhile, I’d been stuck here for months, mostly keeping to myself. It was different in Mount Pleasant; we’d all known each other since we were sucking on pacifiers, plus Nadine was my girl; we always had each other’s backs. Now I’m in a big city with a bunch of strangers—except my parents. Ugh. How pathetic. They’re the whole reason I’m in this mess anyway. Dad got a job offer here in Austell, and within no time our house was on the market. And, of course, neither of my parents seemed to care that uprooting and restarting high school halfway through is social hell. They were too busy celebrating. Not only had dad gotten a promotion, but a bigger city meant a bigger house for mama; she couldn’t wait.
By Rachelle Scottabout a year ago in Fiction
Don't Speak . Content Warning.
“GM 😊.” I texted Ben, finishing the last of my toaster strudel. It had been two weeks since we’d spoken and I couldn’t figure out why. Today was our last final and we hadn’t had any of our usual study sessions. I hope he sticks around for summer so we can get over this awkwardness between us. Sure, we’ve only been dating for six months, but that’s a long time to dream, and I don’t want to give up on our dream. I head upstairs and finish getting ready for school. Geneva should be picking me up any second. Normally I would just ask her what’s up with Ben; they’ve known each other since second grade. I, however, just moved here last year. I didn’t meet Ben until my parents dragged me to a new church they’d been trying. I’d gotten saved just a year prior to that at the church we’d been attending since I was a baby. I’d always felt freedom there, and a sense of peace. I’d served in the children’s ministry, gone to teen nights, and had teen bible study, but ever since we’d moved to Austell, I never felt the same. Even though I never tried to hide my displeasure during service, my parents were always trying to get me to be more involved. I think they truly believed that after a while I would find one of the plethora of groups to my liking, or at least fake it, so they kept finding reasons for me to go.
By Rachelle Scottabout a year ago in Chapters
"That" Girl
How in the world could somebody not know whether or not they’d been raped? Before you judge me, you should know who you’re talking to. I was never that girl. You know, the one who goes out with friends, laughs in the hallway, or gets all the teen gossip. I was the girl who hid her smile (when I had one) behind a book. I was the girl who never talked; the one whose voice was barely louder than a whisper; the ghost. I was the girl who was always overweight and never on-trend; the one who wore adult-sized clothes in middle school, and always looked like an old woman; the easy target. I was the one who never got a valentine, never went to prom, and never had an in-person relationship longer than two months. So, when it happened, my first thought was it isn’t possible. My second thought was, whatever happens next, it’s your own damn fault.
By Rachelle Scott4 years ago in Journal
Freedom in the Darkness
“Somewhere there are free People: they are laughing; they are happy; they are blonde and the dark haired man is hoping at least his children will be.” In Alice Walker’s poem All the Fast Car Ads Look Crazy Now, it seems this man is unhappy due to his appearance. However, at the core of this stanza is an underlying theme: freedom lies within. While she has written about many topics over the years, this theme seems to be central to all of Walker’s works. In fact, the same theme is found in The Color Purple, her most acclaimed novel.
By Rachelle Scott5 years ago in Geeks
