"can you do me a favour?"
she asked.
"don't look at me."
•••••
The people at my school are suffering artists/jerky jocks/haughty ballerinas/arrogant.
They roam the halls with vicious looks on their faces and their significant other hanging off of their spray-tanned arms.
I am an i n s i g n i f i c a n t.
They don't look at me, and when they do, they don't see me.
They see a black-cloaked ghost with ebony skin and dull eyes.
They see a girl that never speaks, even when spoken to.
They see a girl that used to smile,
but no
one can remember what that
looks like
because
she hasn't smiled for a
while.
YOU ARE READING
"Don't Look At Me"
Short Story"can you do me a favour?" she asked. "don't look at me." {My #StopBodyShaming contest entry.}
