I was never one to be concerned about my looks, or weight, or anything of that matter, but lately it's been the only thing on my mind. Looking in the mirror was rough, I was starting to notice my awkward body shape and unflattering complexion. I turned to the left, then the right. Fidgeted with my shirt a little bit, but I just looked awkward. I threw on a hoodie instead.. Nobody can really tell your weight in a hoodie right? Already running late, i quickly got ready for the day ahead. Hurriedly, I skipped breakfast and dashed to catch the bus. Upon arriving to school, the anxiety began. "Which lovely encounter will I have this morning? Will it be bitch 1, 2, or 3?" I grumble to myself. Shuffling past everyone, I make it to first period without any obligations. One blonde curl falls from under the hood. I nervously tuck it behind my ear. The bell echoes through the halls. Confused, I look around the room. Empty. Completely empty. I duck my head into the once crowded hallways of my high school, only to find it completely vacant.
"What the hell?" I whisper.
I check my phones time. It read "3:56 AM"
"What in the..." My head starts pounding.
The sun is out, it should be time for school right? What is going on?
"Was today the day for the school trip?" I wonder to myself.
Then all of a sudden, the hallways went from dead silent, to uneasy whispers.
"Look at angel"
"Oh my god she's so fat"
"Ugly ass bitch"
But no one was there.
I couldn't find where the voices were coming from.
Frustrated, I slid down against a locker and bury my face in my hands. Footsteps begin to approach.
I feel a hand grab my face and yank it upwards. It's myself. Stunned, I begin to cry.
"WAKE UP"
My heart pounding, I sit up in bed, sweating and shaking.
That's the third night in a row I have had that same dream.
This is getting weird .
