Moala's POV
(Two week later)
I walked into science class with a smile and a positive attitude. Science isn't my faborite subject, it's actually my worst subject. Although I have and A in this class, this subject doesn't intereat me as much as Dance, or P.E. even since Mo and I made up, I've been in a pretty good mood. I walk into the hallway when Ponamu approached me.
"I know you secret." He said with an evil grin.
"What?" I replied.
"You should tell Moroni, before I do." He said taking step closer.
"What? What are you talking about?" I asked. I was confused, I didn't know what secret he was talking about, I have a lot, but which one was Ponamu talking about.
"I know that you cut." Ponamu said pointing at his wrist.
"Um, correction, I did, I used to cut and that's not a secret. Yes, that is part of my past, but it's helped me grow in life." I replied to him. I giggled a little because he really thought that was a threat.
"Well, you might care about this." He took his phone out and held it out it had a picture of me and another picture of cuts on someone's wrist next to each other. Under the picture, the caption read, "Moala cuts for attention." New comments were apprearing and the page kept refreshing. I took a little closer look at the picture with cuts, and I realized that it was the picture of my wrist when I was in eight grade.
"Hey did you get that picture? Why did yo-"
"Moroni probably already knows, and everyone else provably does too. They're not too happy about it though." He said.
I looked back a the phone and the comment reads,
"Your so stupid, dumb girl."
"You attention whore!"
"Wow, I thought you were nice, but your just an a**hole."
"F*cking b*tch"
All these comments brought back bad memories of middle school. All of the negativity and hurtful comments came back to my mind and I remembered pushing the blade of the knife to my skin. I spaced everything out for a moment and had a slight flashback. I always came back from school crying. Although, my family is amazing and is always there for me, school was hell on earth. I believed everything the bullies told me and I hated everything about me. I remember trying to fit in and cover my ugly, curly hair, and starving myself for days. I remember the drops of blood that stained my clothes and the way the knife felt on my skin. My eyes began to water up a little, and I was beginning to chew my bottom lip. I felt someone touching my hair and I swung around slapping their hand away from my hair. I thought it was Ponamu trying to make me feel bad, but it was Moroni.
"Whoa there princess, don't act all that." He said teasingly. I smiled back and hugged him. My hair a very sensitive spot for me, it triggers a lot of memories. Some memories of my mother brushing my hair speaking to me in her soft voice, other memories of people pulling my hair around, treating me as if I was useless. At that moment, when Mo touched my hair, I felt like I was back in seventh grade with other girls tugging on my hair. I pulled away from Moroni,
"You okay, he asked?" He asked feeling my head, like a mother would to their child to check if their burning up.
"Are you okay?" I asked, checking his head for a fever. I laughed a little as his smiled and took my hand from his face and held onto it.
"Of course, Mo never gets sick or cries." He said trying to put on a 'man' face.
"You're such a dork." I rolled my eyes and let out a chuckle.
"Hey, let's go to class man." Ponamu pulled arm down the hall.
"Right." Mo replied. He turned around and kissed my forehead.
"Oo, you are hot." He winked kissed me again.
"See you later Moala." Ponamu said to me.
"Remember, tell the truth." Ponamu added and walked away with Mo.
I smiled at them, then I realized what he was talking about. I felt blind sided by him. I thought he was a good person, but why would he want to do that. Did he make the page? Was it fake or a prank? That was all I was thinking about all day. I didn't cut for attention at all. I wonder how many people have seen it. I was getting more and more paranoid as every minute passed. Should I care what people think? Its my problem, its my story to tell, I shouldn't listen to their opinions because they have been their for me. I was trying to optimist about everything. I was doing some exercises I learned at therapy to do when I get overwhelmed, or start to over think. A smile started to come across my face. I felt a little relieved knowing that Mo was there for me. I have faith, family, and my friends (aka, more family) and I'm sure everything is okay. I walked into science and took my seat. I could feel a lot of tension in the room and a lot of jaws dropping. I glanced around the room as I worked on the warm up and they were all looking over to me. I checked my hair, my makeup, I even checked for any stains on my clothes. Everything seemed just fine, no stains, no makeup smudges, and there was nothing on my face. I could hear whispers and mumbles in the background. I glanced up once more and saw people giving me such dirty looks. I was getting a bit irritated, and I just wanted to leave. Science passed, and I was still annoyed. My language class just ended, and it was better than science. I walked out and into math. Everyone was completely silent.
"WHY! YOU KNOW THAT LIFE ISN'T EASY! YOU TELL ME LIFE ISN'T EASY ALL THE TIME! YOU ALWAYS TELL ME TO NOT DO THIS! YOUR SUCH A HYPOCRITE! YOU HAVE SO MANY PEOPLE WHO LOVE YOU, SO STOP DOING THIS, ESPECIALLY FOR FREAKING ATTENTION!" I turned around and saw Malosi standing there, with tears in her eyes. She stormed out and left me standing there confused. I thought back to what Ponamu was saying earlier. My eyes widened as I remembered the picture. I ran out of the classroom and saw pages and pages of that picture everywhere. It was all over the walls, windows, it was where everyone could see. It felt like I was in a scary movie. I started getting dizzy and heard people screaming at me,
"Attention whore!
Fake a**!"
I told myself that I wasn't going to cry at all this year. I was wrong. I felt like I was back in seventh grade, I felt like that stupid, fat girl again. Tears ran down my steaming face while I walked down the hall. I went into the cafeteria and saw Ponamu standing there laughing.
"Man, your such a fake a** bi*ch!" Nara shouted at me and shoved her shoulder into mine.
I approached Ponamu and said,
"Really!?" I couldn't keep in my tears. I pressed lips together then began,
"You don't know my story, you don't know what happened, YOU DON'T KNOW SH*T!" I yelled.
"Wow, everyone look at this hoe trying to get more attention by yelling at me!" He exclaimed so that everyone in the cafeteria could hear him.
He looked down at me again and smiled.
"You s-" I was cut off and by Ponamu as he shouted again,
"Just do yourself a favor and grab the knif-"
I didn't want to hear the rest of that sentence. I couldn't bear look at him anymore. I was so embarrassed and now more than tears were bursting out of my red eyes as I walked of the cafeteria. I looked down and cover my face. I was stopped by two strong hands that I was very familiar with. I looked up and saw Moroni. His hands were full of papers that were pasted on the wall. He clenched his jaw and wrapped his arms around me.
"I was doing so well!" I cried to him.
"I started to love myself again and now,"
"All the counselors, and therapy sessions. All the freaking dumb exercises for confidence. I was just, I was j-" I said to him but started sobbing. My eyes blurred while more tears filled my eyes.
Moroni's POV
Today started to be the best. My grades have been going up, dance is amazing, my friends and I are cool, and my girl is my princess. I just talked to her and something seemed to be bothering her. It was a little odd and she looked scared. Class went by very quickly. The next period, was Mine and Ponamu's language class.
"Hey dude, so you and Mo are all good now?" He asked.
"Yeah, we've been." I replied.
"But you guys are always together, and fighting." He said.
"Exactly dude, and we play fight. You know, teasing." I put in.
"I don't know I just feel like she's playing you. She's like, such a loser." Ponamu said.
"Aye, I can only say that!" I said laughing.
"No I'm being serious. She's just a thot, you know?" He added.
"Stop bruh." I said. I thought he was joking around, apparently not.
"Nah dude, she's like, bigger than you and I heard sh-" He started saying.
"STOP." I was getting red, and eventually cooled myself down.
"Sorry dude." He apologized. The bell rang and I walked outside to see all theses papers plastered everywhere on the walls. I grabbed and read the caption. I turned around and saw everyone laughing, and some people were furious. I knew about her situation already and she doesn't cut for attention, she doesn't cut at all anymore. I was so hot headed and grabbed every piece of paper I saw and took them down. I threw them away and tore them up. I hated these ignorant comments more then ever. I saw my sister standing in the corner. I walled over to her and asked,
"What happened? Who did this?"
"I don't know." She said with her arms crossed.
"No stop being mad. This is fake she doesn't cut anymore. Whoever did this is lying." I replied.
"Well you could've told me that before I yelled at her! Now I feel bad." She complained.
"I just found out about these posters. Help me take them down. I'll be back, I'm gonna go talk to her." I told Malosi.
I turned into the hall way and saw Mo with her head in her hands. I stopped her and she looked up. Her eyes and face were red, her face was wet, and more tears were flowing down to her chin. I grabbed her and held on tighter than ever. She started talking to me and I listened carefully to each word she said. I wanted to know who did this. I hate seeing the people that I love, unhappy and upset. She stopped talking and I knew that this really hurt her. I knew that her pain from her bullying years were back, and she needed someone to hug, she needed me to hold her until this bad dream went away.
