I sit in a straddle on the cold floor and stare at my reflection in the mirror. Usually my thoughts would be something like this: ' Why can't my legs be 90 degrees? Shouldn't my knees be straighter? I need to work on my pointe.'
But today, my mind is overwhelmed with the stress of performing at the pep rally. I knew I couldn't let Ariana torment and harass me anymore. I couldn't let her force me into this. There had to be some way to get out of it.
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As pathetic as it sounds I dwelled on it all day. I couldn't think straight. I walked around disoriented; bumping into walls more often than usual, staring off into space. No one could break me out of my funk.
The bell sounded like a gunshot to my ears. I trudge to the gym while others pass me. As I enter the gym I see that everyone has already been seated. Meanwhile my place is on the court. I have a knot in my stomach. Someone turns on some music and my stomach drops to my ass. I stare dumbfounded at the crowd of judgmental students. Several snickers come from the back. I'm about to run off when the music is cut off by a frantic scream.
"Turn off the music!"
I turn to see Maria and Lexi running in with the principal. They grad my arm and drag me behind the bleachers. "What's going on? Am I in trouble? Are you in trouble? Was I a witness or something?" "No. You are the victim, " the principal interrupts. I look at him wondering if I was narked out. He begins to explain. "First I saw an unauthorized performance then I was informed by these girls that you were being harassed. They told me everything. And I'm glad they did. I can finally suspend that little pain in the ass." He walks off to find Ariana.
"Hope you can forgive us for telling but you were miserable."
"Nah I'm relived. You saved me. If you hadn't done it I probably would be in restroom looking for an escape route," I say.
"Thank god. Now you can go back to your normal self," said Lexi.
I bring them in for a hug.
So we live out they rest of our days in grade school with out Ariana and are left in peace. It's sad to say that this was the last loving thing they did for me...before hell. Middle school.
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There's is much more to come. Good luck to all in middle school
~A.a.A.
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