Stuck Wich'u...

Six - Make Up Your Mind

I walk to my room from the elementary gym.

I'm tired of playing these games with boys.

Sucking Valerie's face off in front of me.

Disgusting. Everyone knows she hates me.

She has posted crap on Instagram about me. Posted snapchats about me. Hacked my account. Told my parents on me for something I didn't do. Spreads rumors about my family that aren't true.

But everyone believes her and not me.

And why? Because she's rich.

I go and fall flat on my pillow. Immediately I feel the tears fall.

Rey... why? I liked you. You know that...

All of a sudden I hear a couple knocks on my closed door.

I sit up quickly and wipe my eyes to mask the fact that I was crying, "Come in!"

My voice cracks and I try to clear it as I see Aria walk in with Bri by her side.

"Laye. We saw what Rey was doing and that was unforgivable," Bri starts.

"Everyone started ridiculing him after you left. We all knew you liked each other Laye. It wasn't that much of a secret..." Aria tries to give me assurance but I wasn't accepting it.

"Please, don't feel bad. It is NOT your fault. You hear me?" Aria continues.

I sniff and smile back, "Yes, I understand Ri. Thank you both so much."

Aria smiles, "You're welcome. I don't think I've shown you guys my room but I have the old kindergarten room. Mrs. Veldman's room."

I laugh, "That dungeon."

They laugh with me as we walk out of my room and into Aria's.

Hers was nice, it has a nice bed and shower. It was about my size.

I smiled, "It's nice!"

Aria doesn't say anything but she has that signature look that cracks me up.

"It's okay Aria. Your room is fine!"

She just stands there with that classic expression and me and Bri laugh. She then laughs with us and says, "Thanks."

"Okay, so do you wanna see my room?" Bri asks.

"Sure," we both say.

We walk down the kindergarten hall and turn right. We walk towards the old playground room in the elementary room in the intersection of the hallway and the sanctuary.

We open the door and it looked really nice and professional.

"Oh cool! It looks just like your house in real life: orderly and rich."

She sighs, "Come on guys, my house is not that big."

"It is fam. It's the size of five my houses."

She shakes her head, no, but changes the subject.

We look at both of their rooms and I slowly walk back to mine.

I jump on my bed and then drift to sleep.

Suddenly there's a knock on the door.

I open my eyes quickly, scared by the sound.