Kayla King, a girl who gets abused by both her parents. Some days it gets so bad, she can't move. She has one friend, Daniella, and they are always together. The problem with Kayla is, she is a selective mute. One day she went to school and one of t...
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Prom!
Prom!
Prom!
Everything is about prom!
Hallways, Prom!
People, Prom!
I groan and walk into school. Last night I tried to talk to Kayla about the project and to just talk but she never answered. She apologized when she woke up saying she went to bed very early because she was tired. I told her it was ok and we kinda talked this morning.
We are starting the project with denial and I have no clue what to use with denial.
Yes you do. Your feelings for Kayla
No.
I walk into math class and sit by Kayla, again. "Hi!" She smiles and waves to me. "How ar-" I get interrupted by Daisy walking up to me and holding my hand. "Hi baby" She coos and I roll my eyes.
"Get the fuck off me, Daisy." I grit through my teeth and she frowns. "Baby don't be like that." bitch. "I said Get. The. Fuck. Off. Me. Daisy." She huffs and I hear Kayla giggling. Her giggles are cute. Not now. Daisy looked over at Kayla, " What are you giggling about? Huh bitch, tell me. Oh wait you can't! " I watch Kayla's mood go from a little happy to sad in 3 seconds.
"You can fuck with me, not Kayla. She did nothing wrong. She was laughing at your childish behavior, so get the fuck off me now." Daisy scoffs and walks away but not before kicking Kayla. I grab Daisy by the wrist and honestly I don't care that I'm making a scene.
"I swear to mother fucking god Daisy. You're so pathetic did you know that? Begging for me when you have a fucking boyfriend of 5 years, harassing people because you are insecure about yourself oh and not to mention bring people down because you can't stand the fact that you are a horrible person and likes to humiliate kids so less attention is on you. Well let's think for a moment. You hate the fact that I talk to anyone besides you, you probably think Kayla is prettier than you because she is, you are comparing yourself to these girls because you don't find value in yourself. Maybe if you stop being a bitch, be nice, and stop fucking up other people's lives because you are miserable would be nice. Let's see, you are insecure about your nose, eyes, face, hair, teeth, lips, arms, stomach, legs, knees, weight, and others. Does that hurt to have others point out your insecurities? Now you know how others feel. So for the love of fucking god, focus on you before you focus on others. Oh and Kayla is way hotter than you'll ever be just so you know."
I finish my little rant and Daisy is in silent tears. She quietly sits down and I see Kayla walk out of the classroom. I follow her, not caring about math. "Kayla! Kay!" I yelled after her and she keeps walking. "I'm sorry!" I stop and yell. She also stops and turns around. I see she has been crying and that makes me feel so bad.
