Today was the day.
I remembered to put on the nicest outfit that I could think of at the top of my head that morning.
I had slipped a white blouse over my head and hopped into a pair of black jeans.
I shoved my feet into a pair of almond brown ankle boots.
Nearly satisfied with how I was looking, I finished the entire outfit off by tying my raven hair up into a tight bun.
Only then I didn't realize that it was going to rain today, and my father didn't own an umbrella that I could have easily borrowed without a problem.
I had no choice but to walk to school with my old and battered winter coat protecting my upper body along with a hood over my head.
I had an uneasy feeling in my gut; something just wasn't right.
Soon I entered the school with all the girls' eyes on me, but not in the kind of way that would make someone necessarily feel like they are in a safe environment.
It wasn't the urge to murder in their eyes, it was only envy.
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The Girl Who Couldn't Speak ✓
Short StoryMama told me that I was a beautiful girl when I was little. Mama said that I had the prettiest tan skin, soft wavy black hair, and the most enchanting emerald eyes. She always called me her bundle of joy. Then she got very sad when she told me that...
