-willow tree-

oh, jane.

As the final school bell rang, Jane felt a wave of relief wash over her, but it was quickly overshadowed by the heaviness in her heart. She navigated through the bustling hallways, avoiding the curious glances of her classmates. The laughter and chatter that once felt vibrant now felt like a cruel reminder of her isolation.

When she finally reached the parking lot, she spotted her mom's car waiting for her, a familiar sight that usually brought comfort. As she climbed into the passenger seat, the emotions she had been holding back all day burst forth. "Mom, I just... I can't believe what happened," she sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Her mom turned to her, concern etching her features. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?"

Jane struggled to catch her breath between sobs. "It's Adaline. I thought she could be a friend, but she... she pushed me! And her friends laughed at me!" The words tumbled out in a rush, the pain of rejection and humiliation spilling into the air.

"Oh, honey," her mom said softly, placing a comforting hand on Jane's back. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that. It's not easy being the new kid."

"I just wanted to fit in," Jane cried, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "But instead, I just felt like an idiot. I thought maybe she would understand, but she just... made it worse."

Her mom took a deep breath, her expression a mixture of sympathy and understanding. "You know, sometimes people can be really cruel, especially in high school. It's like they feel the need to put others down to lift themselves up. You were brave for trying to reach out."

"I just don't get why she would do that," Jane said, feeling the sting of betrayal wash over her again. "I thought she was nice."

Her mom nodded, her gaze steady. "It's hard to see it when you're in the moment, but sometimes, people act out of insecurity. They follow the crowd, and being kind can feel risky to them. You did nothing wrong, sweetie. You were just being yourself."

Jane sniffled, her heart still heavy. "But it hurts so much. I want to make friends, but it feels impossible."

"I know it hurts right now, but this doesn't define you," her mom reassured her. "You're strong and kind, and the right people will see that. Just remember, you deserve friends who appreciate you for who you are, not those who tear you down."

As they pulled away from the school, Jane leaned back in her seat, trying to process her mother's words. She felt a flicker of hope, but the pain of the day still lingered. "Do you think I'll ever find friends like that?"

"I truly believe you will," her mom replied, her voice warm and encouraging. "It might take time, but be patient with yourself. You're not alone in this. You have me, and I'm always here for you."

Jane took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of her mother's support wrap around her like a safety blanket. While the day had been filled with hurt, she knew she could lean on her mom as she navigated the challenges ahead. And with that thought, she allowed herself to hope for a brighter tomorrow.