April 17, Wednesday morning
I looked myself in the mirror. Today, I would have to go back to school. I adjusted my skirt and headband. Why do I wear it? It looks weird. My hair looks weird. Why is it so curly and puffy? Why couldn't it be like Hazels? Brown and smooth..easy to comb through..
My mother knocked on my door. "Sweetie, we need to leave. What's wrong?" She came in.
"I hate how I look ma, why did God give me such a crappy look?" Mom looked surprised by my statement.
"Honey, you look absolutely stunning, don't say that to yourself.." she looked at me through the same mirror and hugged me from my shoulders.
"God made you perfect. You are not crappy." She kissed the top of my head.
"If God made me perfect, then why is my hair shaped like a bush?"
"Your hair? Honey, perfect isn't just one thing. It's many things, and everyone's perfect in their own way." She adjusted my headband and dusted some dirt on my shoulder.
"If you focus so much on things that make you "ugly" you'll never see the beauty in yourself. That's what matters, not some stupid thought on how your hair looks like." She picked my bag up and handed it to me.
"You are absolutely perfect in my eyes, and I'm pretty sure the same goes for Hazel. Be proud of who you are, Honey. No matter the cause."
She stepped forward to close my mirror. "We need to go, Penelope. School starts soon." She closes my door and lets me have my thoughts for a moment. I swung my bag over my shoulder and exited my bedroom. I couldn't shake my moms words from my mind. In my mind, Hazel was the equivalent when it came to beauty. Her brown hair curled up when it was wet, her gorgeous brown eyes. The self-inflicted scars that I catch glimpses of whenever I was near her. The fact that Mathew thought he could get away being a dick.
I climb into my car and put my seatbelt on. Mom started the car, and we started moving.
Once we arrived at my school.
I walked out.
most eyes were.
One me.
I awkwardly slipped past all the wondering eyes.
Soon, when I entered school, my eyes landed
♡her♡
I sped my way over to her and suprised her with a hug. She was caught off guard and giggled.
"Hi ♡Penny♡, feeling rather cuddly today."
"Why hello again." Mathew walked over to us. I pulled away from Hazel but stood in front of her.
"Piss of Mathew!" He thought for a moment before replying.
"No."
"Don't you get the hint, your already much of a problem, neither one of us want you here."
"Just wanted to see if Hazel decided to stay alive and not-" I completely lost it and punched him. Who the hell does he think is?
Soon I was in a fist fight with Mathew. People around us was chanting and the principal was storming closer to us.
"Penelope Park! Mathew Carson! My office now!" All the students suddenly stopped their chanting and tried to leave th scenory as fast as possible.
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RomanceDealing with depression is hard, but what's harder is the people around you don't notice and play it off as you are lazy. 15 year old, Hazel had been dealing with depression, anxiety, and self-harm. Life had gone downhill ever since her father had...
