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What You Really Need To Understand

Storie d'amore

"Just let me be, who I am. It's what you really need to understand! And I hope so hard for the pain to go away! And it's torturing me, but I can't break free. So I cry and cry but won't get it out." -Zoey This story is inspired by AnnaBluTube (Anna...

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Chapter 3

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by Silver_IceCream82

by Silver_IceCream82

His hand reaches out for mine and I take hold of it. I felt... happy. For once.

We hold hands and walk with each other to school.

'Wow. He goes through some dramawith some girl. Yet he runs over to me and holds my hand...' I think.

DING-DONG!!!

The school bells. I walk into my first class and wave goodbye to Henry and he waves back. I put my right hand on my head, somewhat worried or nervous.

There are many girls I'm the class. Heh. Yay?

Yay! The ones that always call me names. I walked in the classroom and some girls already started calling me names.

"LOSER!"
"GET LOST!!!"
"BITCH!"
"WIMP!!!"
"FAILURE!!!!!"
"CUTTER!"

As they call me those names, I close my eyes, hug myself and I look down.

'Why did they even start calling me these things?! Why do they hate me?! What did I do?!' I wonder. I have so many questions in my mind, yet none of them can be answered...

As the teacher is teaching. Like teachers do. I draw and I go into MY world. There is a rainbow and clouds and flowers everywhere! I hold my pencil above my paper. Now only if the real world could be like MY world...

Everyone has a partner for the art project. But I'm just sitting at my desk alone.

The teacher goes over to my desk and holds out her hand. I put my drawing in her hand. She looks at it.

"The task was a Flower Painting."

"There is a flower!" I argue.

I drew a grave yard with crosses and tombstones. And a little tiny flower on one of the tombstones. There was a flower in that drawing all right!