Emotion

Screams.

I started highschool. I had a two hour bus commute to the school. I had never attended a big school before, I was mortified. People screamed to each other as some odd forms of greeting, more common with prepubescent females. As another girl, I just did not see the need. I was quiet. I rarely talked to anyone but the teachers. This made me a target. As I rode the bus home everyday, the taunting began. Two boys imparticular made my life worse than I thought possible. They tripped me. They shoved me. They called me vile names. They flashed me. But worst of all, they screamed at me. They screamed at me to kill myself. As the days continued, I started to think maybe I should. The screaming got to me. The screaming from my parents. The screaming from the students. The screams in my head and stuck in my throat. The ones that told me to give up. Now..... I prayed for forgiveness.