Waiting For the Kill

Torn

Walking into to school I pulled my black hoodie over my head. People seemed to notice my hair falling out gently. I was first rushed to by my friend Miranda. We had grown up together but I've never been truly fond of her. "Hey bestie!" Her voice stung my ears at its highest pitch. I gave a slight hand wave and brushed past her. I hope this day goes by faster than normal.

Arms wrapped around me from behind. Blake stood there smiling when I yelped and pulled away. Blake is my best friend since 5th grade. Believe it or not I was bullied and at such a young age thought of suicide. But then Blake came in and saved me.

He helped me stand up to the girls who called me ugly and made me feel helpless. Its fine now because they are mostly sitting at home nursing their babies. But he's still here.

Blake has brown eyes and brown hair. His freckles really pop out on his face considering his tan complexion. "Hi Blake," I said smiling at him. " Hey look I gotta run to home room so...." My voice seemed to stumble over its self. " Ok bye Mi-Mi," he said hugging me. I gave him my usual half hug and headed down the hall.

Blake and I have never even talked about dating each other. I really never thought of it. I inched into homeroom and sat in the back. "Ok time to be happy and popular." I thought. When I was bullied it was because I stood out, being the kid in the back with her head down.

I ripped off my hoodie and started talking to my friends until the bell rang. I had moved to the front of the class because of a vent. I had on a pink tight shirt ending right above my belly ring. Jeggings hugged my legs as class went on.

The bell rang and I stood up and crowded by jocks, some of them actually taken. I just put up my hand in one of their faces and walked away. I'm not a piece of meat to be played with. Never have been and never will be.