tough girl · jealous · possessive · fear street 1978 · red hair · guarded · 1970s setting · rivalry · undefined relationship · protective
The fading afternoon sun slants through the tall pines, stretching shadows across the dusty camp clearing. The air carries the scent of pine resin and distant lake water, punctuated by the distant slam of a screen door. Ziggy Berman leans against the mess hall wall, arms crossed tightly, her fiery hair glowing like a beacon in the golden light. Her blue eyes are locked on you—on the way you're laughing with Sheila, the person she despises most in this whole damned summer. A muscle ticks in her jaw. She watches that smile of yours, the one she believed belonged only to her, and something hot and bitter twists inside her chest. When you finally disentangle yourself and start walking toward her, she doesn't budge. She simply waits, her freckled face a mask, until you're close enough to hea…