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Since the day I was born, everyone has looked at me weird; except one person. My whole life Ive always stayed to myself. In school, I always only spoke when spoken to, never said or did to much to draw attention to myself. This is all of course before I met my best friend, Vinny. He hated when I called him Vinny. It was the funniest thing.
We don't talk anymore... for some reason it's seems like he hates me now.
I always admired the way he looked. Maybe I was a little jelly. Everyone wants to look like him or wants him. I just wished I had my friend back. I always tell myself I need to get over it. Like damn...it was 4 years ago Amara.
I smack my head over and over again on the dirty lunch table that most likely gets clean once a week. It's strange, I never sit at lunch, usually I'm sitting in the library or hiding in the bathroom.
My therapist told me I need to start working on my "mental health". So I'm trying something new!
Even though I'm sitting next to the trash can and watching Vincent and his racist ass friends shout across the room, while throwing there remains of the lunch at people faces, snickering like they just did the funniest shit in the world.
*RING*
the bell takes me out of my trance. I have one class left of the day. So I might as well skip school and then just come back for track practice.
Vincent also does track the only reason why I dread going to practice. We were on the same club track team when we were little kids. I knew my worth and I also knew I was good at what I do, I wasn't gonna quit just because one person doesn't like me.
As I walk to the lunch room his whole "gang" walks out. He immediately looks at me, all of sudden I'm feeling a little nauseous. I look away instantly. I look up to see if he still looking at me. He is looking straight at me. I cant read him. I keep eye contact. It's almost like we are having a staring consent waiting for the first person to blink.
His eyes move first. He looks me up and down. And my makes eye contact again; this time I can read his face. Disgust.
He turns around leaving me there. What a jerk. I feel my eyes getting watery. I haven't moved in what feels forever. That was the first time he actually looked at me in like forever.
I look down at my shoes. Why would he look at me like that? I all I wanted to know was what did I do to make him hate me.
The second bell ring fills my ears. I realize that if I don't move now those bratty hall monitors are gonna come and write me up.
While I'm walking to my car, I see a small group of kids sitting on my car. Shit...as I walk closer I see it's Vincent and his friends are sitting on top of my car that I PAYED for.
I press my unlock button a couple of times. Think maybe they will get the hint
Despite repeatedly pressing the unlock button, Vinny's friends remained on top of my car, t
Frustration boiled inside me, I refused to give the satisfaction of seeing me mad. I try to swallowed it down, and remember what my therapist told me. "Inhale and exhale, everything will be okay" I say under my breath
Without a word, I unlocked my car for the last time, attempting to reach the handle. All of a sudden one of Vinny's friends, a lanky boy that honestly looks like he smells, gave me a smug smirk then snatches my keys out my hand. "What, are trying to do bitch. Oh look she is about to cry guys"
Staring at the ground trying to hold my tears. "Inhale and exhale, everything is going to be okay"
"I don't want to but up a fight. Please just give my keys so I can go home" I say in a shakey voice.
"What are you going to do cry to Vincent. Bro your right she is a bitch"The same boys speaks up again. Damn can I just go home. I don't even care anymore.
I look up to Vincent. Zero emotion. "Hand her the keys, sam" he tightened his jaw.
The boy named sam threw them on the floor. I quickly grabbed them and started my car. Finally his little goons left. Time to go home.
Skipping school felt liberating and suffocating at the same time. With the afternoon stretching ahead, My thoughts took over. Fuck it...I reached for my phone, hesitated, then dialed his number.
It rang once, twice, before going to voicemail. The silence that followed. Um should I leave a message or?
"Um hey Vincent, it's Amara of course, because you probably seen my contact or maybe you blocked me and didn't see it at all. Um anyway I think we should to talk. Meet me at the track after practice? Okay bye." I stammered in the phone.
The hours ticked by slowly until finally it was time for practice. I found myself at the track, watching the rhythmic pattern of feet pounding the ground. The familiar thud of spikes on the track announced the arrival of the team. I usually come early to get the track to myself.
Among the team, Vinny's presence was unmistakable. His eyes met my briefly before he started to stretch.
"Okay I got this". She marched over, blocking his path. "Vincent, we need to talk," she demanded, her voice steady despite the turmoil within.
"There's nothing to talk about, Amara." He glanced around uncomfortably
"Why are you treating me like this? What did I do?" My words spilled out, desperation and hurt evident in my tone. Fuck.
Vinny's jaw clenched, a flicker of conflict passing over his face . "It's not about you, okay? Just leave it alone."
Before I could press further, he pivoted, striding away, leaving me alone on the track, grappling with unanswered questions and a surge of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. Inhale and exhale everything will me okay ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• 1093 words
(Okay so im going to edit before I start with my new chapters. I don't know who told me to write this but I was like 15 so bare with me)
