Melancholy is the happiness of being sad ~unknown~
Tory
"Wait up! Please!" I scream, gesticulating wildly so the freaking school bus can see me. But all to no avail. It drives away, with the mean kids staring, laughing at me.
I feel hot tears prickle at the corner of my eyes.
Angrily, I wipe them away. No! I'm not gonna cry over some meanies.
"I'm courageous, I'm bold. I'm strong, I'm fierce, I don't need to be like them, I just need to be like me" I mumble my mantra. Learnt it from my therapist, according to her saying nice and encouraging words to yourself when you feel down helps to lifts up the spirit. And it does work.
Okay, so back to my current dilemma. Taking the bus is out of the plan, it all narrows down to trekking to school, which is a fifteen minutes walk. Or taking fare money from mum.
"Oh well, trekking it is" I grasp onto my bag straps and begin my journey to school.
I sure as hell would have just loved to take fare money, hail a taxi and enjoy the cool ride down to school. But with the state mum's in; passed out on the couch, probably still very high on whatever the hell it is she took. I doubt she'll even open her eyes!
I use my thumb to wipe away a sweat bead trickling down my forehead.
This is gonna be a LONGGG walk!
Fifteen long minutes later...
"Gahhh!!!" I yell in tiredness as I
approach the school driveway. The entire place is deserted and quiet as a graveyard. That can only mean one thing.
With a look of despair, I stare at my old wristwatch. I'm 20 minutes late!
"No no!" I cry.
I run to the classroom like my life depends on it and barge in.
"Miss Martins!" Mr Emerson; our chemistry teacher yells. I turn to him with a guilty look, God I'm so doomed.
I could feel all eyes boring holes into me.
"Mr Emerson! Good morning sir-
"Cut the crap martins! Why are you late to class!"
"Sir.. I.. uh... I woke up... Uhm.. late..and.. uh the bus.. er.. left... the.. bus.. left... without... me" I stutter. Great move Tory!
"I... Uh... I.. uh... Cat got your tongue little Tory? Why don't you go home and cry to mommy?" Hilary, the class bitch says and everyone laughs.
Tears sting my eyes.
"You know martin, you used to be one of my best students. But lately I don't know what has come over you! You better buckle up if you hope on passing this class!" Mr Emerson says. That's enough to make the first tear drop.
"I'm so sorry sir" I sob, wiping it away.
"Just go to your seat" he dismisses. I nod solemly and trudge to my chair. Only to get tripped, I fall. My head banging the floor hard. The class erupts in laughter.
I look up to see Hilary smirking.
"You stink bitch" she spits scrunching her nose.
Hurriedly I pack my stuffs from the ground and rush to my chair. I dump them on the ground and bury my head on the desk.
I let the tears flow freely. Gosh, I'm so pathetic. It's no wonder no one likes me. What's even there to like about Tory? Tory martins the weirdo?
I sob hysterically, I know I'm in class but I don't care. They can mock me for all I care. aren't I already used to it?
"Oh and martins?" Says Mr Emerson making me to look up.
"You have detention after school"
Just great!
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