I weighted for you

Meaning

The next day started the same. I couldn't get myself up from my bed. My parents are asleep, because they both work the night shift. I'm always alone after school. No one there to watch me eat. I arrive at school, slumped. I enter the doors a little later than usual, and the bell rings as soon as I get there. I don't have any motivation to hurry to class. I just want to be alone with myself. I find my hiding spot, a hidden janitors closet in the 6th grade hallway. I sit in darkness as the second bell rings in my ears. Minutes go by, and I can't stand my emotions. Tears silently drip onto my cheeks, knowing that if anyone saw me my career of the clown would be over. I hear footsteps coming towards the door and I fear someone had heard me. The closet was decently spacious, so I shift to one side. I see shoes from the light peeping under the door. The door creeps open, and I realize I'm hidden. The figure shapes into a girl, and I see her crouch to the ground and start to sob. "Don't freak out-" I say quietly. The girl alertly puts her head up and looks around. "I'm over here" I whisper as I come into her view. "Why are you in here?" She asks me. I notice her to be one of the popular girls in my grade. "I could ask you the same thing." I reply shyly. We sit there in silence for about 30 seconds. Until she asks me if I had been here all day. Even though we were in 90% darkness, I'm sure she could tell my face had gone red. "I just couldn't deal with today, I guess" I respond to her in a sad tone. "I have to get back to class, I've been in 'the bathroom' for too long.." I watch her sadly as she slips through the door and leaves me alone in the closet. I stay there for the rest of the school day, thinking about why she could've been in there.