C29 My name is Tessa

“What was what, Loser?” I mimic him and the hoots grow louder. My head jerks left and right like a puppet on string, their laughter fuels me with more courage. “Shouldn’t you be with your fellow losers? Why are you even here?” The thing is, I ramble a lot not just when I am nervous, it happens when I get too excited and right now, I am. In a singsong voice, I add, “Loser. Loser. Loser