Escape From Reality

The Revelation

Reality usually is horrible. It's really hard to see the bright side of things when everything is dark. Today however, was especially horrible. It was even worse the polka dot rain boots day or even the day I literally went to school in my pajama pants by accident.

It started out like most days.

It was perhaps when I was walking to school when hints started to appear. People were giggling whenever they passed me or googling at me as they walked by. At first I thought nothing of it, another stupid rumour Layla has spread probably.

My ankle has healed partially now,so it wasn't hell to walk. But it still was slightly red,and hurt ever so slightly with each step. I walked to school, unknowing of my fate.

When I got to school, the laughter got louder,and more people were looking at me.People looking at their phones then at me, laughing pointing. I ducked my head down as I walked past them, trying to not let them get to me.

I don't own a phone. My dad never got one for me. That's why I didn't find out what happened until I passed by a wall between science and math class. A gigantic piece of paper pasted on the wall.

I stopped dead in my tracks. Hands roughly pushed me aside as others shoved to get past me but the rough movements barely registered in my mind. Trembling, I slowly raised my hand to my mouth and gasped.

It's me, laying sprawled on the staircase from the other day.

A fiery sensation spread across my cheeks as I processed the sight.

Black circles were drawn crudely on my cheeks. A round black nose on my startled face captured in ink.

A caption written crudely with black permanent marker.

Chloe the clown trips over the steps.Loser.

Horrified and shocked, I sprinted over and ripped the corner of the paper before just tearing down the whole thing down. Overcome with emotion, I ripped the paper into shreds, each rip seemingly loud in my pounding ears. My face was burning and my hands were vibrating . I vaguely heard people chuckling in the background at me. Their laughter rung in my years as I tore the paper to shreds.

It was painfully obvious who the culprit was.

Layla.

A mixture of feelings rained down on me. Layla must have obtained this photo when I fell down the other day. I ripped the last of the paper before letting it drop to the floor. It swiftly landed into the pile that had gathered below my feet, and I kicked it hard,sending flecks of paper scattering around. Layla really was an absolute devil. I could just imagine the smile stretched over her doll like face as she gleefully taped it to the wall. Her beastly laugh as she walked away scot free. I balled my hands into fists and bit my lip. You would think I'll be used to it by now, but for some unexplainable reason, the raw feeling of being made fun of, the utter humiliation still felt as equally painful as the first time. No matter how many times Layla bullied me, somehow it felt just as hurtful as the first.

There was a loud clicking noise as I heard heels pounding aggressively against the school concrete floor. I meekly turned around only to see the last person I wanted to see.

The devil had arrived.

Walking with that strut I hate so much, Layla lets out an overly exaggerated gasp. Her blood red lips are pursed together as she does this, much like a blood thirsty vampire out for blood.

"Oh Chloe! Who would do such a thing?"She taunts me with a sickening sweet voice. She smirks at me knowingly, and I have to use all of my willpower to not to just pounce on her before wrenching her perfect white teeth from her perfect little mouth. Her voice drips with venom, and her smile, plastic. She laughs, an artificial laugh that makes my blood sizzle, and before she could say anything, she saunters off without another word.