Whispers To Stanley

School

School is torture.
I was walking to my locker. As I was walking, I could hear people talking and giggling. Well it's typical people in my school will always talk about me. I'm sure they're talking about the fight I had yesterday..sigh. I took my books from my locker and heard the bell rang. I went to class and sat.

"Okay students! Today we'll write an essay about ourselves! " Miss Delaila said as she wrote what we must include in our essay.
"So each of you must make sure to include your name, your birthday, about your parents, who do you admire, who do you hate..this is optional. If you wish to not tell me who you hate, that would be fine. But the person you admire, is a must." She put her chalk down and told us to start writing.

I picked up my pencil and started writing.

My name is Stanley Gold. I was born on the 13th of March. My father's name is Jamie Gold. He works as a fireman. He puts out fire mostly everyday. I love my father very much. My mother's name is Yvonne Green. She does not have a job. She is a housewife. I love-

I stop writing. "I love my mother...but does she love me?"
My tears went running down when I remembered my mother said I was nothing to her.

My teacher, Miss Delaila saw me crying. She knelt down beside me. "Is everything all right stanley?" She stroke my hair. "I'm fine. I just remembered I forgot to feed my cat. I'm afraid it would starve to dead." I didn't want to tell the truth. So I lied.
I don't even have a pet cat at home.

"Hahahahaha!" Her laugh was weird. She laughs like she desperately needs air. All the students in my class turn their heads towards me. Thanks Teacher. You just made me popular. "Ooh Stanley! Your cat won't die! It's gonna be alright! " she smilied at me. I just stare.

"TRINGGG!!!!!" the school bell rang.

"Remember students, to send your essay before nextweek. Class dismissed! " she wipe the blackboard and went out of class. It seems like Miss Delaila is happy she's finish teaching us. Sometimes I wonder, if adults are satisfied with their life.

While I was walking to the canteen, I thought about the essay. What should I write? My mom doesn't love me..

What if, she does.

What if, she loves me but she's embarrassed cause I'm a useless slut who doesn't know anything cause I'm dumb?

But loving mothers won't be like that.

What if, she really do hate me?

What if-

I bumped into one of my bullies. Oh no, I'm so dumb! I should've see where I was walking! well, it's my habit. Thinking while looking above me.

"HEY!" Troy yelled and push me. " Oh! It's Little Stanley! How was your day?" His nose was covered with plaster. I think I punched him really good yesterday.

I kept quiet as they picked my books that fell on the floor. They tear some pages, wet my books with water, make jokes at me then throw my books to me. Ouch! It hurts so bad. My head has a bump now. What will my parents fight for again tonight.

"LOOK WHAT I FOUND GUYS!" Kevin was holding my sketchbook. "Awwwwww little Stanley likes to draw!" Troy took the sketchbook from Kevin's hand. "What's this supposed to be?" It was my drawing of my Mother.

"It's a beautiful lady!" Troy beung sarcastic. Kevin then took out his black marker and drew a mustache on Mother's picture. "HAHAHAHA! SHE'S MORE PRETTY NOW!" They scribble my sketchbook, each of it's page. They trew it to me, laugh and some jokes, then left me.

After school. My sketchbook accidentally fell out of my bag. I didn't notice until my mother screamed out my name.

"STANLEY!!" She scremed.

What did I do wrong today?

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