//So this is actually a story I wrote in school, and the topic was 'Write a story on someone suffering because of someone else's lack of understanding/knowledge.' We didn't get much time, but I'm really happy with my story. Also, it's not overly long, like having so many chapters and all ( :P ) but I wanted to share it. Soo...I hope you guys like it (?) :)//
"You're so ugly!" she said to the sobbing girl, who was bent down on the ground, cupping her face into her hands. All the other girls started laughing and pointing fingers at the sobbing girl. Seconds later, the school bell rang, and all the girls hurriedly went inside the classroom, except for the girl still crying. She started to get up, and lifted her backpack that was on the floor beside her. Anne, was a fourteen year old girl in the ninth grade who got bullied by all the popular rich girls in her class. Anne was a girl who lacked self-esteem, barely talked to anyone, and hated her life. Anne had long, brown hair, and wore big round glasses. Anne thinks of herself as an ugly person who was utterly worthless, since people always call her ugly and make her feel that way. Anne was not really ugly, she just thinks of herself that way. She wiped her cheeks with the back of her hands from the tears that trickled down her face. She then tidied up her t-shirt and began to walk towards the school's exit. She walked through the field that lead to the school gate, she walked like azombie, with her head hanging down and facing the ground, and her arms just limp beside her.
"Why is it always me?" she said under her breath.
Her house was not far from school, just 5 blocks away. After minutes of walking and feeling bad about what occured earlier at school, she found herself in front of her house. She looked up at her house and sighed before going in.
"Mom, I'm home." she flatly announced. Her mom was a workaholic. She worked day and night, from six-thirty in the morning, up until midnight, and most of the times, she just spent the night at the office. Anne's dad..she does not have one. He died when she was just 9 years old, so it kind of explains why Anne's mom was always so drowned in her work, she needed to provide for the both of them. Anne went to the kitchen to see if her mom would be there.
"Mom?" Anne looked around. No sight of her mom. "As usual." she sighed.
It was four-thirty pm, and she felt dead tired, but she needed to study. Anne made her way to her room which she shared with her mom, but her mom was barely home anyways, so it was kind of like her own. She took a quick shower and wore a loose black shirt and her pyjama pants. She sat in front of her study table and started reading her books. It was around 6pm when she finished. She got up, and went to lie on her bed, tucked herself in, and slept. It was the middle of the night when Anne woke up. She saw her mom in front of their closet, rummaging through their clothes. Her mom turned around to face Anne.
"Anne!" You're awake," she told her "Listen, I know this might be sudden, but I have to go abroad for a few days."
Anne's eyes shot open from what she had just heard.
"What?!" she asked "Why?"
"There is a special project concerning my work, but you'll be fine on your own, right? I'm barely home anyways," her mom started folding her clothes and putting them in the luggage.
"But mom..." tears slowly trickled down Anne's face, but she didn't let her mom see them "You never stay home with me."
"Honey, it's just for a few days," her mom said.
Anne felt sad and angered at the same time upon hearing those words. 'How could she say that so calmly?! Even if it's just for a few days abroad, she barely stays at home with me anyways..' she thought.
Anne started crying even more than before. "mom, do you even know how much I miss you being home?! I'm always alone, and- and dad's not even here anymore," her nose went red, as even more tears trickled down her face. "And at school, all those popular girls bully me, call me ugly and make me feel worthless.."
Her mom's face was confused and she felt really bad, she never knew her daughter was going through a hard time, she didn't know what to say. She knew she was at fault for not being there for her own daughter, not being how a normal mother would be to her child, but her work was very, very important. Anne continued crying, and she didn't even realise it, but she eventually fell asleep again. Her mom took a few moments to just take it all in, she hugged Anne, tears sgtarted trickling down her face as well. She closed her eyes and hugged her tighter. She kissed her head and whispered an "I'm sorry"
