Torn

Queen Sized

"How could have things gone so wrong?" I asked myself as I looked out over a sea of laughing faces.

I shook in my shoes and my heart thumped like a horse's hoof on a dirt road. Frankly, it was evident I no longer had friends. All the people I had once called my friends were scattered among the horde, staring in disgust and laughing at me. I stared back at them helplessly, as my lips began to quiver and pearl-shaped tears rolled down my cheeks from my luminous eyes. I could no longer withstand the humiliation. I wiped my eyes with the sleeves of my cardigan and rushed through the doors of the cafeteria.

I ran through hallways, heading for the main entrance. Being unaccustomed to running so quickly, my legs began to ache and my back crunched. I swung the entrance doors open, slammed my knee on the door knobs and fell to the floor, shrieking in agony.

"Buzz off," I yelled, releasing my pain.

I huddled in a corner on the grass, outside and reminisced about the good times of my life. A murky image of my late parents appeared in front of me, and before I knew it, I was trapped in the past. I could remember the warm touch of my mother's hands and her beaming eyes, twinkling in the night's dew. We would have hot chocolate under the moonlight on our porch. We would speak of impossible happenings like walking on water like Jesus and being invisible. We were quite the perfect three and I yearned for the day I could see them again.

I gulped as the image disappeared and I was back to the hard truth; reality. I flew from the grass, grabbed my sorrows, and started my walk home.

Barely moving due to my elan, I struggled through the crowd on the streets. I was dreadfully hungry so I stopped at a café. I drowned my sorrows in eight slices of apple pie, which I ate greedily. Before shoving the last piece of the delectable pie in my mouth, I spotted a few cheerleaders from school heading towards the café. I flew out of my seat and rushed into a bathroom cell. I sat there for a few hours and when I was sure they had left, I quickly hurried through the bathroom door. While walking swiftly towards the door, I glanced at a mirror and hissed at my displeasing reflection. I stared at myself, criticizing every part of my body.

I was never the perfect slim figured, straight hair, popular type of teenager. Life wasn't a fairy tale for me and I was the complete opposite of perfect. I was Lola Marsh. I had big blue eyes, long black frizzy hair, overly red cheeks and a plump body. I had huge arms and a chunky thighs.

"You're just a fat nothing," I thought,"You deserve every bad thing that has happened to you," I thought.

I spat in the mirror, disgusted by my own self, and rushed through the doors.