I walk through the school yard, covering up my face. I carefully slip into the bathroom. I can just see through my arms, and know that there is three girls, just chatting. I make my way to the first cubicle on the left. I knock, and don’t hear an answer, so I push the door. I then get behind it so the girls can’t see me, and shut the door. The lock is stiff so it takes me a while to slide it across.
Once the door is locked, I get my spray out. It is a hand - wash spray, but it will have to do. I spray my face, trying to rub the paint off. I get my mirror out my bag and try to search my face. But my mirror is covered in soup that has spilt in my bag. I get some toilet paper and try to rub off the soup, but only smudges the glass.
I worriedly look out the crack in the door to see if the girls are still there. They are leaving, and pulling faces at my cubical. It is probably because of how long I have been in here. But my focus is not on that, it is to get to the mirror at the sinks. I pack my bag again, sliding everything back into it.
I am about to leave as the girls walk out, when the principle and two other adults walk in.
‘Well, this is the bathroom. I will wait outside while you can take a look at how clean it is’ the principle states. The principle is always going on about the clean bathroom. The adults nod and start to talk to each other.
The couple turn their backs. They are smiling at the paintings that Miss Periling, our art teacher got Mr Drowsy to hang up earlier. This is my chance. I try to unlock the stiff lock without making to much noise, but it doesn’t work. As it opens, I slip on the freshly mopped floor, dragging the door to slam against my face.
I am bleeding badly. I rush over to the sink and the blood starts to cover my eyes. But I do not know how to cry as I was raised in an orphanage. That is why my face is painted. My best friend just got adopted and we had a goodbye celebration. But I forgot to take the paint off, and when I came to school, I looked in the mirror because... oh, I can’t remember. But then I spilt my soup somehow and... and...
I completely black out.
It is now the 4th of July, my birthday, and my best friend, Molly, is so very upset, for I am dying. I am not awake, but asleep. The hit on the head has made my brain bleed. I am not waking up. I always felt my life wasn’t going to last long, and there you have it. I still remember me being a child, that very day my parents and brother died. I had no idea what was going on, as I was only four years of age. I have lived my life and now, will end it.
Rebecca Sireus -
born in the year 1988, 4th of July -
died in the year 1999, 4th of July.
