chapter 3

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Mira's POV

I got up and calmly strolled out of the lunchroom. When I was at the threshhold of the door, I heard laughing.  Strange, loud, obnoxious laughter rang through my ears. When I looked behind my shoulder, I saw people with red, sweaty faces pointing and laughing at me. I felt heat form in my cheeks and tears brimming in my cold blue eyes. Cold blue eyes that were directy set on the swampy, black haired bastard. Anger boiled up inside me and I felt like exploding. Instead, I ran.

How could he?

I just ran. I wanted to be anywhere but here. I had to be anywhere but here.

Everything was a blur, I didn't care I just had to run. Like a convict. I felt my legs give out when I realized I was on the floor of the girl's bathroom. Crashed and messed up on the floor.

Guess I didn't make it...

Once I calmed down my histeric sobs to a mild whimper, I stood up. Only to see a monster staring right back at me. Distangled, white parched hair that stood out in all directions was outmatched of horror by the eyes. Oh the eyes! Black streaks rolled off its face making the skin look pasty with tiny little scales. But the one thing that made me shiver with full force was the  pupils. They looked so distressed! The continuous line of tears left the eyes tired and faded. Like the light from the eyes were literally washed out with the crystaline streams. Thus leaving the entire image a disastrous nightmare.

It was then when I realized that the monster, was me.

When I reached up to touch my cheek, I remembered the heat rising onto it and all the anger I felt. Now? I just feel like breaking down and, well, drop dead.

As the images of the lunchroom flooded into my mind making a grand entrance in  my mind,  the heat returned and I felt like going into anouther round with the tears. I felt so embarssed! And to think I actually paid attention to this guy! To think my heart clenched  whenever he looked into my eyes. Now I feel disgusted. To think I actually believed what he said. Now those people are probably reliving the moment in histerics, only remembering a white haired silent girl being showned up by a newbie and a geek. Wait, I don't even think the girl was trying to be rude. Great, i'm going crazy now. Perfect.

Why do I feel like this?  

I never had this feeling before, being embarsssed. Everything was absolute until he showed up amd ruined everything for me. After all the stories and warnings I was told by my mother on how bullying affected people and how some committed suicide was enough for me to do this. To build this life, for my mother. My doting, loving, now deceased mother.  Now here's anouther emotion I thought I would never feel toward someone, hate. I fuckin' hate him! I bet i'll be mocked again in the halls and be disrespected, everything my mother never wanted to happen to me.

I could see her disappointed face already...

With all these emotions going through my head, I felt like exploding again. But I'm afraid of what's out there. What's this monster I see through the mirror would do once I take one step through the doorway. Would I run away again like the coward I never knew I was or would I ignore like I usually do. Like I always do. But, how much scorn could I take?

Well, I know one thing, I thought as I fixed myself up. I'm never going anywhere near him again. And if he comes to me, I go running. I don't care what he thinks. My life is this. My dream is where I am. And I'm not waking up. I walked through the halls toward my locker, got my books and made my way toward Science. If there was anyone out there with me, I didn't notice them, no, I was too busy. As I walked up to the doorway of the classroom, my earlier thoughts ranged through my head.

And I'm not waking up...

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