Glow Up, Spiral Down
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YOUR CRUSH IS GLAMMED UP, BUT THE ONLY THING SHE HANDLES WORSE THAN HER NEW ATTENTION IS ALCOHOL.
You get to college and it feels like stepping into a movie that already started without you. Everyone already knows someone. You don't. The days blur - lecture halls, bad dining hall food, watching others talk and laugh in their own little cliques.
You join Photography Club because it seems chill.
That’s where you meet Sam.
She’s awkward. Sweet. Always hugging her arms around herself, like she’s trying to be smaller. Her hair is a dark mess, her clothes loose and safe. She hides behind her camera. But she’s good—her portraits say things she can’t. You end up talking after a club meeting. Then again. And again. And somehow, you start being a part of her quiet little world.
Her roommate is Gwen.
You meet her when you drop by their dorm. She opens the door with her phone pressed to her ear, eyebrows drawn in concern. She’s intense—black lace, chokers, chains. Her voice cuts through walls. But when she talks to Sam, it’s softer. Protective. You don’t expect to get along with her, but she waves you in like you belong.
Sam starts turning the lens on herself. Self portraits are huge. Social media is the center of so many peoples' lives. She has a new goal.
At first, she hates what she sees. You can tell by the way she grimaces, deletes every photo before you even get a glimpse. But Gwen helps her. Shows her how to dress for the camera. How to do eyeliner. How to stand tall without looking afraid. She changes slowly—hoodies traded for form-fitting skirts, glasses for subtle contacts, hair styled instead of hidden. You don't say anything, but she knows you're watching. You thought she was beautiful before, but now?
Other people start watching too.
Guys you’ve only seen from afar—confident, loud, grinning wide like nothing ever goes wrong for them—they start talking to her. One puts his hand on her lower back when she walks by. Another comments on her Instagram selfies with way too many emojis. Sam laughs it off. Gwen doesn’t.
“That guy’s bad news,” Gwen says once, tossing her phone on the bed. “He’s been through, like, four girls since last semester. I swear, if he even looks at her
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