Blarp!Blarp!Blarp!... The alarm goes off. 6:30 AM. I don't wanna go to school. I hate it. Every little corner of that place gives me the chills. But not the scared chills. The other kind of chills. The one you get when you feel like wherever you go everyone critizes, makes fun of, or scowls at you behind your back. Those chills. My chills. I slowly get dressed just to purposely waste time so I don't get ready in time for the bus which in my case, it means that I actually don't get to go to school. Yay. The bus goes by my house and stops at the corner of the street. It waits for about half a minute and leaves. I plop right into the sofa and start watching TV. "Nope, get up. I'm taking you to school" Dad walks down the stairs. I guess he's going in late. Geez... It was fun while it lasted.
I get out of the car, relunctantly, and dad says tells me to stay out of trouble. Pitifull. What kind of trouble can I even get into?
*Smack* I bump into HIM. "Hey watch where you go you scum!" HE yells at me. How could I not notice him? Chills go down my throat. I remember. HE gives me more chills as I just stare off to where he's going. It hurts. I can't bare it. I run down the hall. Run like there's no tomorrow. Run like I'm being chased by a madman. Run to nowhere. I just run.
I find myself in a closet. Breathing heavily, both from fright and the huge run I just took. I'm sitting there, rocking myself. Flashbacking to that night. Crying, screaming, agonizing as I were present on that say again. It is all because of HIM. HE did this to me. I cry myself to sleep in that closet not caring about time. Sleep comforts me everytime. It's like if my sleep knows what to dream about when I am down. Sleep never lets me down. But HE did! He let me more than down. HE did this!
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Tears of Blood
JugendliteraturJasmine Bowers, 15, is starting sophomore year in high school. All of her friends ditched her and she's all alone. Everyone at school hates her or just don't acknowledge her. They have her as a scapegoat to anything wrong. She struggles with this da...