The School Slut

The Color Green

           “Go away, slut.”

         I walked faster.

          “Heard what you did with Kyle last night. Spreading the diseases to the soccer team now?”

        I picked up the pace.

          “Skank. People like you shouldn’t even go to this school.”

        I took off. My tattered converse thumped against the school tile on the way out of the building. I ran all the way to my car in the parking lot. Shit. Across the side were the words ‘SCHOOL WHORE’ written in marker. I opened the door and drove off, not letting a tear drop until I was off school property.

        After driving for 30 minutes, I opened the door and stood outside. Around me were trees as tall as mountains, protecting me from the blue sky that overwhelmed me. Leaning against a tree trunk, I slid to the ground, not caring if my jeans would get dirty or if my ass would have grass stains. I started silently crying at first, then sobbing until I was yelling at all the homes of the abandoned animals who left when they heard me starting to scream. How did I end up here?

        I started to calm down and rested my head against the rough bark. Too much green. Green used to be my favorite color, but now all it does is remind me of envy. Stupid, fucking envy. The thing that destroyed my life. How did I end up here?

        I woke up to crickets chirping and the sky fading to blackness. Is it almost night? I didn’t mean to sleep that long... How did I end up here?

        I go back to my car to check my phone for the time. Hundreds of texts pop up saying how much of a slut I am. To make matters worse, it’s almost 9 and my mom called 6 times. Having missed calls from my mom used to be my biggest fear, but I’d rather go home to an angry mom than people my age at school. The worst part about school used to be when we had extra homework to do over the weekends. How I wish I could go back to those times. How did I end up here?

        I know how I ended up here. All thanks to the fourth color in a rainbow.