It was the middle of the week when i finally returned back to school. With Thalia's death and such my mother had contacted the school so i could stay home. I couldn't possibly handle the stress of immature high school students, while dealing with losing my best friend.
I enter the building and instantly dozens of eyes turn to me. I stare at my old and dirty converse sneakers as I make my way to my locker. The eyes are still piercing a hole through me and the hallway has become silent. finally I hear someone mutter "Guess the dead girl's bff is back." followed by a silent chain of amused giggles.
I shoot my gaze in the direction of where I heard the voice. Of course it's Michelle and Emily. My eyes start to water, but I won't take it. I'm done with them thinking they own me and my emotions. I'm done being quiet, and I'm done crying over their nasty words.
"Excuse me?" I say. "Excuse me?!" I say once again, but the second time I yell causing them to jolt. "You two may think you're hot stuff, or that you run this place, but I'm tired of being scared of you. I realized that I'm a much better person than both of you combined. I'm beautiful, smart, kind, and so much else, I don't care what you think of me. All that you two are, are some bitchy high school brats that think they can hide their own flaws and insecurities by putting down others. Well now I'm telling you to wake the fuck up, and start showing some respect. If not for me, then do it for yourselves."
You could hear a pin drop after my outburst. Michelle and Emily are speechless and so is everyone in the halls. It starts with one clap, but soon the every witness is applauding me. The two blondes huff and storm out of the room, without saying a word.
It wouldn't matter If anyone agreed with what I said today. I was proud of myself and I knew I was standing up for what was right.
(authors note: sorry I haven't updated as much as I used to, I'll try to find some inspiration for chapters😊💓 I know this one is pretty short but I liked it and I didn't want to write for the purpose of writing. quality over quantity amirite?!😂💫💧)
