Nicole had always believed that nice guys finish last. She has always been surrounded by people who thought of nothing, but themselves and their own desires. In retrospect, these environmental factors from her tragic upbringings had turned her heart...
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[IF ONLY I WERE DIFFERENT...]
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TW: This content discusses themes of low self-esteem, self-doubt, self-hatred, bullying, and feeling out of place.
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[2007. November 13th]
Hallways were cluttered with guys and girls. Sometimes, they'd talk about things I'd never even heard of before. They'd shout, laughing and showing off, even in the cold, like they didn't care. It makes me feel like I never belong here, yet I'm here anyway.
Just one more year, and I'll be done with this place.
"Oh-em-gee, there she is! Karen! Karen, over here!"
Not them again..
"Y-Yeah, uhm.. Do you need something?" I shifted my glasses, clutching my books tightly to my chest. My escape plan was thwarted by Bianca, effectively boxing me in.
"Is it just me or does she look thinner than usual?" One of them, her name is Bianca. I don't know much about her, but I've heard she's on the cheerleading squad here. Her body glitter always clings to her skin, no matter how many times I've seen her. Golden curls cascade down her shoulders, almost a mirror image of Jecka's hair, except she didn't have a messy bun to finalize it.
"What are you talking about, Bianca? She's gotten fatter recently." The one standing beside her was Valentina. She's scarily aggressive, sent to detention way too many times, threatened people, and loves fighting people. But, what she enjoys more:
Valentina slammed her boot into the locker with a loud thud, the sound catching me off guard. The reverberating impact caused my chemistry books to be released from my grip, tumbling onto the floor. As I quickly crouched to grab them, I was met with the harsh force of a chokeslam, leaving me breathless and frustrated.
It hurts..
"Careful, Val, she could break your arm since she weighs so much." Bianca sneered as she pulled out her phone, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Suddenly, a bright flash from the camera blindsided me, leaving me momentarily disoriented.
"You might be right, girl. I'm not trying to sprain my wrist over this cunt." Her grip on my neck loosened, releasing its suffocating hold. As if on instant, I began checking my throat. A few strands of my bangs hung loosely around my face, a mess from her sudden, forceful move.
Valentina's grin shifted to a scowl. "I can't stand her face. It's seriously getting under my skin." She raised a clenched fist, eyes narrowing. "Maybe I should knock some sense into you."
"She's already ugly enough. One pinch, and she'll be crying like a baby." Bianca added.
"Crying, huh? Why don't we test that theory." Her grin returned more sinister than the Grinch. "Say, Karen if you don't cry, we'll stop messing with you." There were only termites in her smile, and her breath reeked putrid of chemicals I couldn't place my finger on. Not that I could, she'd bite me.
