Sair:
I couldn’t help but feel even more down than the day before. This last week had been rougher than the first one.
“And I just can’t believe you actually met the Perrie Edwards!”, Dawn talked out loud as we walked through the hallways to my locker. It was all she ever talked about now. All the celebrities I got to meet, and how lucky I was. “Sair, your name is everywhere! Literally!”, she said, sounding more excited with every minute that passed.
“Yeah...”, I sighed. “Lucky me”. Dawn went on talking about the same subject, until I stopped walking, and she stopped too.
“What’s wrong?”, she asked me. I sighed again, maybe for the hundreth time today. There was another note stuck to my locker door. Dawn looked from me and ahead, and saw it as well. “Another one?”, she asked me, sympathy written all over her face.
“I guess I should be used to it by now”, I said, and walked over, ripping the note down. Same word every time. How could they be so little creative?
“You don’t let it get to you though?”, Dawn asked me, concerned.
“No”, I scoffed putting my head inside my locker to find the books I needed. Well, usually it was just the same boring word, but one time they added ‘ugly’ in front of it. Not that it mattered. At least I tried to tell myself it didn’t matter.
“That’s good”, Dawn smiled. “Just think about everything you get to do, and they don’t”.
“Right”, I said, in the same flat unenthusiastic tone I had been using all week long. Dawn didn’t notice. No one noticed. All they noticed were the pictures and the way my name were in so many magazines. And how Niall's face was next to mine.
“I read that you’re even a fashion icon”, Dawn said, leaning her back towards the lockers.
“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard!”, I laughed, and actually find something funny for once. I looked down at my worn out converse, jeans and white t-shirt.
“It’s true”, Dawn told me, completely serious. I just smiled, shaking my head. “You don’t see how lucky you are”. And just when she said that the funny feeling disappeared completely.
“I have to go Dawn”, I said, pretending to look down at my phone. “My mum is picking me up”.
“Alright”, Dawn smiled, giving me a hug. “I’ll see you tomorrow”.
“You will”, I smiled, and hugged her back, keeping the smile on my face as long as she watched me.
“I’ll see you later”. I waved goodbye with one hand, my books in the other. Well, at least everything wasn’t a complete lie. Mum had actually agreed on picking me up. She was waiting outside, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to sit inside a quiet car before.
“Hi darling”, she asked the second I buckled my seatbelt. "How was your day?".
“Mum, would you just get me out of here?”, I begged her, my eyebrows falling in complete despration to get away from everyone. Mum understood, and started the engine straight away. Out on the road I finally let my breath out.
“Saoirse”. There were few times my mother used my full name. “Would you tell me what’s wrong now?”. I sighed, staring out the window, since I knew she’d keep asking if she saw that my eyes were blank. I didn’t even know where the tears came from. It didn’t have anything do with Dawn not seeing I was stressed. Or the note on my locker door. Or the fact that Henry finally seemed to notice me and I couldn’t do anything about it. Or just maybe... I had become too good a liar to actually realize it was all those things that caused the tears.
