A Girls's Life

School

I made my way down the dimmly-lit hallway. The older kids shoved their way past me, not caring about the small unimportant life of a 6th grader. I hugged my text-book into my chest, afraid that one of them would knock it out of my hands. They just stomped past you, a group of storm clouds raining down, not caring who or what they were raining on. They demolished everything in their path. They didn't care, and why should they start caring? Especially about some puny 6th grader trying to make it to her next class.

 I kept my gaze focused on the ground. I was too afraid to look into their menacing eyes. They bore into your skin and seemed to know every one of your weaknesses. It was best to just avoid eye contact completely. I learned that it would save you a lot of pain.

 I was deep in thought, too deep in thought. I didn't notice the mountain-like 8th grader heading right towards me. We collided, and my text book dropped to the floor with a heart-stopping clunk. I could feel my face erupt in red color. I quickly ducked down and heaved my text book back into my protective arms. When I came up again, I saw them. Those evil eyes full of resentment. They thirsted for the pleasure of watching me humiliate myself. It was a trap, and I had fallen right into it.

 The 8th grader towered above me. He wore a look of pleasure. He could see that he had hit a weak spot, and he would soon be satisfied of the terrible thirst that burned inside him.

 "Hey, check out her eyebrows!" he called to one of his friends. The other one pounded towards me, looking equally as despicable as the first.

 "Have you looked in a mirror, recently?" he taunted.

 Somehow I had managed to tear my gaze away from theirs. Now I stared at the floor, hoping that my long brown hair was covering the tears in my eyes. They had caught me, in their horrible trap, and were now torturing me for their own amusement.

 I clenched my text book tighter. I was shaking in fear, unable to stop. Just as I was unable to stop their harsh comments. They kept coming at me like daggers piercing my flesh.

 Fianlly, after what seemed like a very bloody massacre, they released me. I stumbled down the hallway, with tears streaming down my face. It was an incident I would not forget easily. As I wiped the last of the tears from my face, I thought...Words really can hurt you.