The Crazy Life of Mine

Helping Much?

I walk into a stall, making sure no one sees my tear. Just one. I stay there for a few minutes, thinking about all that was happening. Why would it be like this on the first day of school?

I walk out when there is about 10 more minutes until class. Looking in the mirror, I knew I couldn't go out there like that. I dig through my bag to take out my makeup. I lean forward to put on my eyeliner. Careful.. Careful...

"Ow!" I heard a loud, mean laugh. 'Jessica.' I knew it right away. I heard other little giggles. 'And her crew.' She came up behind me and knocked the eyeliner right out of my hand.

"How did that help any?" I yell.

"It didn't." Her little crew laughs. Picking up my makeup, I hold in my anger. All I do is run off, wishing it was only a nightmare.