~ Kamora ~
I slowly rolled out of bed, dreading the fact that I have to go through another day. None the less, I went on about doing my regular routine. After getting ready, I left out and began walking to school.
After fifteen minutes of walking, I was standing in front of my prison, Cardel High School. "Here goes," I mumbled. As soon as I opened the door to the school, I saw China standing in front of the water fountain, laughing. She immediately saw me, but I turned my head and started walking towards my locker. "Hey, ugly," she called out to me. That was my name to her. Ugly. I ignored her and walked faster. She ran in front of me, getting in my face. "You heard me calling you." She pushed my shoulder, making me bump into a locker. I heard a few snickers and laughs, but ignored it. "What do you want, China," I asked her, not really in the mood to get messed with today.
She folded her arms across her chest and shifted her weight onto the left leg- as if I was keeping her from leaving. "I told you never show that nasty face ever again, but you just don't listen," she scolded. Daniel walked over and put his arm around her. "Just leave her alone, Chi. we have to get to class," he tried to reason. "Walk away, ugly. I'm tired of looking at you." I shook my head and walked around her. She stuck her foot out and tripped me up. I fell to the ground and bit my lip in agony. I felt the sharp pain coming from my knee and my eyes instantly began to water. By time I could finally stand up, everyone-I mean everyone-was laughing.
I couldn't keep myself from crying. It was so embarrassing. "Why me," I asked myself as I ran to the bathroom. As soon as I closed the door, I fell to the floor; pulled my knees into my chest, and cried. I could care less if someone heard me. After 10 minutes of crying, I stood up and looked in the mirror. "Are you really as ugly as China say you are," I asked my reflection. It said nothing. My cell phone vibrated inside of my pocket. I pulled it out and a message from HER popped up. Great. "You're even uglier when you cry! HAHA," it read.
Tears started to stream down my face and before I knew it, I was throwing my phone into the mirror. I slid my back down the wall, and pulled my knees into my chest. I'm always crying. I hid my face into my knees.
~ Jacob ~
I heard soft sniffles coming from the bathroom as I walked down the hall. I was definitely late for class, but curiosity struck. I slowly opened the door to the restroom and peeked in. There was a girl crouched down on the floor and she was crying. "Excuse me?" I crouched down in front of her and placed my hand on her shoulder. She jumped when I touched her. I jumped also, not expecting her to be so dramatic.
"Didn't mean to scare you, but are you okay..." I paused when she looked up. I realized who she was. She's the girl that's always getting picked on by that girl India... Asia... Whatever. I stared at her tear-strucked face. She was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, but she obviously doesn't know it. "I'm fine." She wiped off her face, embarrassed. "Are you sure," I asked, taking my hand and wiping a tear that uncontrollably ran down her cheek. She seemed surprised when I did that. I moved my hand from her face and smiled. "Yes, I'm sure," she put her head back down, avoiding eye contact. Why won't she look at me? "You don't seem like it. Why are you crying," I asked, "You're too pretty to be in here..." I saw a cell phone in a pile of shattered glass on the floor next to me. "Whoa, what happened," I asked, pointing to it. She looked at what I was pointing at, and put her head back down. "I did that." Her voiced sounded muffled because she was talking into her knee.
~ Kamora ~
"Who is this guy? What do he want," I thought. He was talking but I was too into my thoughts to listen. "Helloooo?" He waved his hand in my face, trying to get my attention. "What," I asked, annoyed at how close his hand was to my face. "What's your name," he asked, putting his fingers through his curly afro. The bathroom door opened and my Math teacher, Mrs. Lawlor, walked in. "Kamora Davidson and Jacob Perez, why aren't you in class," she semi-shouted at us. Jacob, huh? He looks like a Jacob. "I was just helping her out, Mrs. L.," he told her, standing to his feet. She folded her arms and looked down at me. Jacob reached out his hand to help me to my feet. I stared at it for a while. "Are you going to grab it, or stare at it," he asked, smiling down at me. I grabbed his hand and let him pull me up to my feet. We walked quickly past the teacher and went to class. In Math, all I thought about was him. His smile put some type of hypnotic trance on me. Every time I thought about it, I smiled.
