Albino

Chapter 1:. Nostalgia

" Albino Monkey!"

"Honkey!"

"Snowball!"

"Marshmallow!"

"Eww Ess you're hideous!"

"Aha noone likes you Essie"

I scurry down the hall.

My head burried into my binder as tears spill, staining my homework pages which were due today. I run into the Girl's bathroom and immediately hide in a stall. I drop my books and begin to sob.

     I let all of the mixed emotions and hurt out of my heart through my tears. All I hear everday is mean, hurtful words. Every 5 seconds it's someone laughing at me. I cannot even walk down the hall without having someone snickering about me behind my back. Never to have a friend to talk to, to tell them how i feel. Noone even cares about me. They don't even bother to give me empathy or anything. They just dont care. My teachers are nice to me, but I think that's only a pity act. They probably even talk about me too!

        My vision blurred as I looked up at the bathroom stall. I wipe my eyes with the sleeve of my shirt and as I place my hand back on the ground, i feel a sharp pain in the palm of it. I lift of my hand to find a small shard of glass. My hand began to bleed but I didn't care. I didn't care about anything right now

         I had never thought of cutting myself before. I'd heard about it when I came to America, but it never happened in Nri. People would say it eases the pain. At first I just thought that was mumbo-jumbo, but right now I believe that's one of my greatest options.

              I rolled up my long striped sleeve shirt and Placed the thin class against my pale skin sending chills down my spine. My palms started sweating and my body trembling. 'Should I do it?' I thought to myself. I slowly yet forcingly glided the piece of glass across my skin. Instantly I felt a sting with blood oozing out of my arm like a waterhose. I felt weird. I felt free. I began to cut more and more and more into my arm, marking tally marks for each time I've been bullied. I filled up my whole arm until all you saw was blood covering it. It was a horrific sight but a peaceful feeling. I then wiped all the blood off with some toiletpaper and flushed it down the toilet. The toilet clogged.

           I left out of the stall and out of the bathroom to see nobody was left in the hall. I just wanted to be alone. Away from all the hate. I creeped out the doorway, looking around my surroundings making sure noone was left, when I bumped into this boy. He had a short, kinky hair with a blonde streak in it. He was pretty tall and he was african american.

"I-I'm sorry.. I'm r-really sorry" I say picking up my scattered papers and books wiping my eyes. He looked at me puzzled and began to assist me with my crazy mess of papers

"You okay?" he asks picking up the rest of my papers and holding out a hand to help me up. I just stare at him for 5 seconds. Then grab his hand to help me up. I slowly nod keeping my head down.

"What's wrong?" He asked then noticing my sleeve rolled up with an extreme amount of scars on it. Still freshly oozing blood. 

"I-i'm alright..." I realize my sleve is rolled up and quickly roll it back down.

"No you aren't. What happened" He asked with a serious look on his face. I shake my head and start to walk away when he grabs my arm

"Please tell me what's wrong, I can help you" he begs. Why is he being so nice to me? And how could he not know what's going on? Doesn't he hear all the kids at the school talking about me?

           Right now I wanna just run away. All the way out of the school building and never come back. I hesitate, but then I rip off a tiny piece of paper and write something on it. And I hand it to him. Then quickly run out the school.

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                                                                       P.O.V Of Boy

            I remember I was on my way to the bathroom. Definately shouldn't have drank all that dang orange juice -.-. I was walking steadily until I bumped into a girl coming from the girls restroom. All her papers scatter on the floor. She looks at me for about 3 whole seconds in horror then begins to pick of her belongings. She had tear stains all over her face and it had looked very red and puffy. She must've been crying..

"I-I'm sorry.. I'm r-really sorry" she uttered in a soft voice. What happened? Why was she crying?

"You okay?" I asked and held out a hand to help her up. She didn't say anything for about 5 seconds and that kinda scared me like she was a demon or something o.O.Then she grabbed my hand and I pulled her up. She's surprisingly light when it came to weight

"What's wrong?" I ask her intently. Then my eyes come to see her arm was just full of cuts and scars. Ok something is really wrong now.

"I-I'm alright" she says as she almost immediately rolls up her sleeve.

"No you aren't. What happened??" I asked in a serious manner. She just shook her head and began to walk away. I couldn't just elt her walk away like that. Something was seriously wrong!

            I grab her arm and asked "Please tell me what's wrong, I can help you." She stops for a minute, then rips off a little piece of paper ansd write something on it. Puts it in my hand and dashes straight out the front doors. I just stand there with a quizzical look on my face. I open up the paper and see..

It's a phone number.

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