Life in A Dance Routine

Struggle

It's been two weeks from my injury. I've been to the chiropractor twice a week. I still have to wear my brace everyday. Even at school. But thank God it's my last week. Sick of everyone asking me 'what did you do?' Or 'you hurt your back?' And everything like that. No one leaves me alone about it. I just injured my back. I'm still walking. I can carry my own books thank you very much.
"Callie, wake up. You have to get ready for school."
"What?"
"Come on."
"Oh." I get ready. I put on shorts and my Rise dance tee.
School is terrible.
"Callie, let me help you."
"I've got it Carly. I'm fine."
And.
"Callie, want a buddy to walk with and help you out?"
"No! I don't need any help."
I walk home. I'm so sick of everyone asking me if I need help. Because I don't need any. I'm not dead or something.
"Callie!"
I turn to see Adriana.
"What?"
"Jeez. Chill."
"Sorry."
"Bad day?"
"Yeah."
"What's going on?"
"Everyone is asking me if I need help. When I don't!"
My hair falls in my face. I pull it behind me ear.
"I know you don't. Others just don't get how much you've been through and they don't know how you handle things."
"But they keep asking after I tell them."
"Better then being bullied about it isn't it?"
"I am getting that too."
"What?!"
"Yeah. People are bulling me."