OneShots Compilation

Cope

One shot#5-Cope

I took a deep breath. I have to be strong. As I face another day of misery, I have to endure it, accept it. I made my way to my classroom. The moment I entered, people stopped talking, laughing, like as if I ruined the fun they were just having. It was always like this. I couldn't understand what it is I did to make them hate me like this. I sat on my seat trying to ignore their glares. Great, another day of misery. When it was lunch time, I left the classroom in a hurry. It was unbearable in there. As I was walking through the hallway, people were giggling and some were even staring at me with a goofy grin as if trying to stop their laughter. I didn't care, I was used to it. Who knew secondary level school would welcome me like this? No one stuck with me; no one befriended me as if I was carrying some disease. Yeah, scenarios like this happen almost every day and I couldn't tell anyone, not even my parents. They'd only scold me and say deadly cruel words. My life sucked.

Good thing I still had great teachers that would smile at me, tell me advises and would eat lunch with me. That was the only comfort I had. Yet, that seemed to drive my classmates angrier. They would say, I'm stuck up, fake, a user. But really, am I? When all I wanted from my classmates was friendship? A companion? Well, this went on for the whole school year. Then, the next school year, I kept quiet, tried to be invisible, and guess what? It worked. No one stuck with me but no one was bullying me anymore. And for me, it was relief. But still, I want to move schools because I didn't want to see anyone from this school, the students here give me nightmares. Literally, they really did. Almost all my nightmares were about them. As long as I keep seeing them everyday, this misery will never end. So, I begged my parents to let me move to our newly-finished house in the mainland. Thank heavens they agreed. Now, I'm on my 2nd year here in my new school, and so far, everyone has been treating me nicely. But I still keep my walls up. I'm still afraid, terrified. Maybe this will scar me for life. But hey, at least I got to learn to keep a low profile and my guard up. We never know when someone just might be already stabbing our backs but we don't have the slightest idea about it. Be careful, comrades. 😊

-fin