Everyone's being so happy right now. Of course they are. Why wouldn't they when they just tore someone apart. But I will never let that tear me down.
That miniature portrait prick then of course comes up to me.
"Hey, you don't need to pout so much about not winning."
Of course they'd think it's as simple as that. Like my feelings are a flat, even surface where you can pin-point every detail. But no. My heart is like a vast, deep ocean, with emotions like none other.
Which is why I yearn for him. My true love, he is not as simple as the others. And so I waited, for the one moment where I do not have my thoughts all to myself, alone at bed.
I waited and waited for the next challenge, to hear his soft, tender, yet dominating voice. And my waiting comes to fruition.
"@Invested Spectator @Competing
Hello my little leafy lulus........"
That was exactly what I needed to start this dreadful, hateful day. To ignore all the other hateful faces and to just focus on his, gorgeous one.
But that perfect serenity would not last.
"Haha! You look exactly like the British person from the challenge!"
Everyone stopped. They looked at Miniature Portrait, who made the heinous remark, and then me.
They laughed. Everyone laughed. They all loved to make fun of me. Because I wasn't perfect in their insidious, tainted eyes.
"L" Shouted Link Hat, in their dry, crooked voice.
"Omg frying pan it's true tho" spoke Led Light, in their probably dry, crooked voice.
I ran away, with a dry, teary throat, with my face in my hands. I wanted to run away from it all. The humiliation.
But I had to stay strong. For him, my true one. I will show him how horrible everyone else is. We will run away to an island far off, and ignore all the hateful truths of society.
And if something like that happens again, I swear, I am going to kill someone.
