Prove It [Undergoing Construction]

Chapter [2]

Chapter [2]

It could take approximately fifteen minutes to get to my school on foot. But I prefer to walk the long way, which goes through the little woods near my house. The beauty of these trees around me was enough to make me a little calm and at peace. They swerved with the wind, singing, dancing, inviting and calling me. The leaves rustled and whispered my name, as I inhaled and closed my eyes for a second. I had a thousand memories that lived in the span of ground stretching ahead of me.

When I was six, I remember my brother taking me to this forest. At first I was afraid, scared that I wouldn't be able to find my way back or out. But slowly with time, I got used to this place and it found a place in my heart. I spend most of my time here; after school, I mean. I really do miss my brother; no matter how much I say I hate him, I never meant it. In fact, I love him too much.

I'm not saying him leaving me wasn't a stupid move, because it really was. When he left, he took my string of happiness with him. I can't even remember the last time I was happy whether it was at school or out of school.

To be honest I don't really think schools are fun or have that 'safe and happy' vibe, every parent make it seem like a haven when you're younger. School the place where you meet new people and make new friends. School the place you learn and have a nice time. School this. School that. I never really felt like I belonged there to begin with. That just sounded impossible. School has never been a place of peace and safety. It was never a place I took comfort in.

I reached the school gate, drew a deep breath and fast-walked across the yard toward the school doors. It would've worked out just fine if it wasn't for almost getting knocked over by the hurdle of students storming out of the school building. It took longer than usual but I managed to slip through and camouflage with the students making myself as invisible as any sixteen year old could master. The noise in the hall was almost unbearable.

The usual name calling, insults, glares, looks and attacks shot from one side of the school to another like it's their second nature, bouncing from locker to locker.

Why can't it just stop? Do they not realize that one word can ruin a person for eternity?

Why can't they stop the insults?

Stop the judging.

Stop criticizing.

Shut the gossipers up.

The rumours, I internally groaned at that one.

Stop the assumptions.

Stop excluding everyone deserves to feel a sense of belonging.

Those attackers, that fight with their fists or worse their bullet like words.

Just stop bullying all together. What does it give you satisfaction for ruining a person's life? Just because your life isn't treating you well does not give you the permission to go around making other people's lives a sufferable doom. And for those few who think bullying is fun? Well it's not fun when you're on the receiving end.

I was almost there. I actually reached my locker and she hasn't seen, or if she was looking, found me. Record of the year! Score! I internally celebrated and restrained myself from doing a victory dance.

I unlocked my locker to put my things inside and took out my heavy text and exercise books. But couldn't help but let my thoughts wondered why she hasn't showed up yet; maybe she just got bored of me and found someone else to pick on. I slipped my inhaler in my pocket and shut my locker, double checking that I locked it.

There's still ten minutes left till first class bell. I'm unsafe here. No one is safe out here, especially when there are wild female dogs and possibly male dogs loose pouncing around in their heels or high tops at this present moment biting and growling at the weaker ones.

Pardon my language. But people need to start accepting that the truth hurts.

Maybe she forgot?

Highly doubt it, what was she planning or what was holding her up? The suspense was killing me.

Suddenly I heard a loud slam right next to my locker. Or maybe she didn't forget. I'm really sorry Karma for speaking too soon. I moved back fast causing my loose top to brush against my raw back, I hissed my books literally dropped to the ground and I struggled to hurry away. I looked over my shoulders for a split second and saw Vicky and Mandy, Veronica best friends – or should I call then her personal 'slaves.' I quickened my pace toward the school yard. But of course who else would've known where I was heading and stood right in front of the door, but Veronica with her wide smirk. I skidded to a halt and searched around for any other possible way out.

"And where do you think you're going?" I wasn't in the mood for this. I mean would you, my back was still aching and radiating heat like a walking heater. Come warm your hands on my back it's free.

"N-nowhere," I stuttered. I started to walk around her, but she grabbed my arm and pulled me back. She was really starting to irritate me.

"I thought you said you had nowhere to go?" She smirked possibly proud of herself. I sighed. "What do you want Veronica? J-just leave me alone." She scowled at me.

"Whoa, look what we have here. This thing can talk back!" A little group was forming. They seem to find these sorts of thing amusing.

That's just sick.

I looked down, knowing what was coming next. "Who do you think you are, answering back to me?" She let out an outburst of laughter. Everyone howled after her. Almost like they were forced to, it sounded like a child left at the toy section part of the store that has pressed a hundred laughing or crying toys all at one go.

And just like that she stops laughing.

"Do that one more time and you'll get it pretty hard, do I make myself clear? You worthless piece of crap! HUH. She thinks she can speak back to me!" She let out another outburst and with that she swings on her heels and walks off.

She stopped a few metres away, twisted her head and cleared her throat loudly, getting the attention of her two so called 'friends'. Her two clones snapped their glares from me and followed their 'masters' lead. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and started muttering under my breath incoherent sentences.

I walked back to my locker, picked up my books for the first few periods and ambled to my first class of this pathetic week; Maths. I mean come on? Who make these school timetables? Which idiot makes the first class in the week Maths?

When I caught a glimpse of my classroom, I slithered my way around the students and rushed over as soundlessly as I could to the back of the class and took my seat, putting my head down.

Another day without my dear older brother bear, I let out a long sigh. Maybe I was right, he left me for good. He doesn't care – who am I kidding, he probably never cared.

I tried to concentrate on what the teacher was explaining but heck, I already knew all this because I've read each of my text books twice in the last month. Man, I can't wait till I get out of this hole. I sat there watching the teacher draw circles when a small smile crept to my lips.

Memories rushed back of when my brother and I used to sit on the couch and watch a collection of Disney movies, specifically, 'The Lion King;' we practically replayed the Circle of Life about ten times until we both memorised it. Till about a month ago, we would still occasionally answer back to some questions with 'It's the circle of life'.

I exhaled as the bell rang and broke away from my trance. I hobbled to my feet and grabbed my books.

Did he really have to leave? I don't remember doing anything to make him want to leave, no matter how much I tell myself or anyone would tell me it's not my fault. Not that anyone told me. If you haven't noticed I kind of don't socialize nor have friends. Not that I want them. I still won't believe it because it had to be. Why else would he leave? Just give me one reason. He broke his promise. I'm afraid that one day I actually might break mine.