I walked through the hallway and everyone watched me. They all watched me silently, I couldn't read their expressions.
As I approached my locker I couldn't believe my eyes.
SUICIDE SLUT
That's what it had said. It was sprawled across my locker multiple times and I physically felt my heart ache. I waited for the tears, but I didn't cry. It's not possible I kept thinking. Who could've possibly seen me? I stood head hanging low thinking I'd break down any moment but I didn't.
It took me a moment to realize I felt nothing. They couldn't make me cry anymore because I just felt nothing.
When I opened my locker people laughed, and I ignored it. The crowd started to walk off in a speed, and I knew a teacher must've been walking towards me.
"Oh my g-
I shut my locker interrupting him.
"Who did this?!" He asked angrily veins popping out of his neck. "I said who do this!?" He roared to all the students in the hallway. The students all pretended to not know and stayed silent but we all knew it had to be someone.
It sure as hell didn't write itself.
"Get out of here and get to class! All of you!" He yelled and everyone scrambled. "Not you!" He said towards me but I rolled my eyes.
"I have a class to get to." I mumbled ignoring his orders. I walked away and then he grabbed my arm. "You're coming with me." He walked me to his classroom and shut his door and shut the blinds.
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Forgetting Mr.
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