Meet Me In The Meadow

Hatred

I walk down the halls, people snickering and giving me dirty looks. I look down at my feet, trying to ignore them. I quick go to my locker to get my books, and head to my first hour. Study hall. I sit down quietly at my seat in the library and open my book to read. Too bad people couldn't leave me alone.

 "Hey Amelia, what are you reading? How to screw a famous guy?" Ivy snickered, causing her and her friends to laugh along with her.

 "What are you talking about?" I ask her, putting my book down to listen.

 "Oh please! You know what I'm talking about! You were seen with my husband! Harry!" She scoffed, flipping her perfect blonde curly hair to the side.

 My heart stopped. How did she know about this? Did they see me in the meadow? Did they see everything that happened? I started to feel sick.

 "I..I don't know what you are talking about." I lied, trying to go back to my book.

 "You know clearly what I am talking about, you ugly bitch! Here, this is a picture to prove it!" She snapped, showing a picture of me and Harry sitting by the willow tree.

 "I..I-"

 "Save it. He could never fall for an ugly girl like you anyways. You are worthless! What guy could possibly ever want you?" She chuckled dryly, her little clique laughing along with her.

 I felt the tears stinging in my eyes, as I tried to look away before she could see. I failed.

 "Aw, did I make the little whore cry? It's okay, go cry to mommy about it! Oh, wait! You don't have a mother." She says, more laughter erupting from the skinny blondes.

 I fell silent. Anger was boiling inside of me. I balled my hand into a fist, trying to control myself.

 "No one can back you up, you know. You have NO friends. You can cry and pout all you want, you attention whore, but no one will help you. You are a worthless piece of crap, and NO ONE likes you." She yells, quite loudly, everyone else looking at me now.

 I stood up, running out of the library like the coward I am. Of course, I can't even stand up for myself. I am pathetic. I run into the bathroom, letting the tears spill out of my eyes. Sobs soon escaping my mouth, as I curled up into a little ball in the bathroom stall.

 I suddenly felt my phone vibrating. I had an incoming call. I didn't know who it was, so I wiped my tears and answered.

 "Hello?" I muttered, sniffling a bit.

 "Amelia? What's wrong?" The voice asked, me immediately knowing who it was.

 I almost instantly burst into tears. His voice ringing through the phone, asking why I am crying.

 "I-I can't handle t-this anymore! I j-just can't!" I sobbed, running my hand through my hair.

 "Amelia, where are you?" He asked, sorrow filled in his voice.

 "School.." I softly cried.

 "Okay...stay where you are..I'll be there soon." He whispered.

 "No, Harry, I wo-"

 Too late, he hung up. I sighed, tears still falling down my face. This world I tell you, Is filled with Hatred. All that hatred gets built up. Sooner or later, it just gets pointed at me. Wonderful.