Look

III

English used to be my favorite class.

I used to express my creativity freely, none of you caring anyway.

Now all of you, every chance you get humiliate me.

Wether it be reading aloud something you wrote.

Or simply a project.

He does it the most.

"Look at the emo loser!" a girl said.

I looked up, my eyes meeting her jade green ones. 

Her long blonde hair was perfectly straight, no wonder all the guys are all over her.

She was a classic slut.

I don't know why I'm called a slut, if anything it should be her.

I didn't give her a look, or a scowl, since that would have disastrous results,

in terms of my already bad reputation.

I went back to our creative writing assignment, one of my few escapes from reality.

I glanced at the clock on the wall, only five more minutes.

I dreaded this time, because he was in my next class.

I began to pack up my things.

I crammed binders and books into my black backpack.

The bell rang, and I grabbed my stuff quickly, practically sprinting out of the room.

I managed to get to my second period early, knowing he wouldn't be here.

I let out a sigh of relief.

I took out my things for my art class.

Art is yet another scarce escape of mine, but is practically ruined by him.

The teacher opened the door, a smile playing on her lips as she greeted me.

"Good morning Hayden." 

She sees me.

"Good morning Mrs. Valiner."

My words were quick as I took my seat.

Everyone else began to file into the classroom.

He of course had to sit next to me.

I knew he would mess up my art, or make fun of it.

I'm used to it, though.

Our art was handed out.

Since it was the beginning of the year, we simply did our own style of anything we wanted.

She said she wanted to "see our skills".

I took out my Copic markers and began to color my newly inked drawing.

He glanced over at my art, and snickered.

"Holy shit you draw like a six year old."

I ignored him, just like all the other times he said an unnecessary comment to me.

He doesn't see me.

He doesn't see my shattered heart.

My numb emotions.

The only emotions I actually felt were sadness and anger.

I wanted him- I wanted everyone to see through my fake smile.

I want them to look at me.

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