It had been two months to 'the incident' but yet she didn't fit in. she knew well now that she didn't belong there and they wouldn't accept her anymore. Why? Trust me, she had no clue. Maybe because she was different and not all different is good. Maybe because she wasn't good. They judged her at every moment, she knew this and it hurted her, made her self conscious, made her feel like she wasn't doing the right thing, made her feel like something was wrong with her. People said it wasn't the truth but she didn't want to know the truth. Since the start, truth had done nothing but hurt her. She liked a guy and after days, it was pretty genuine. But she didn't tell them. Why? Because they didn't know her well, they thought she was the same immature from last year. Fortunately, she had changed, evolved into a better being and if they didn't accept her, she didn't care. Okay wait, she did but unfortunately she couldn't do anything about it. In all the 'group' conversation (group that she pretended to be in), she didn't understand anything and her question 'what?' 'tell me' was always answered by 'long story' or better *ignored*. Being used to it now, she knew there were only two things that could be done. Firstly, she could keep tagging along like the unwanted kid she is or she could roll the paper and toss it in the dustbin, and then the dustbin out of the house. I don't know why but its funny, I have defined her as a sad, lonely, depressed girl, not that she wasn't but she wasn't that lonely. She still luckily had her best friends (well at least one of them). She still had the greatest people by her side. Her seniors, juniors and batchmates. But her best friends weren't in the same class as hers, so all the subject classes seemed so shitty. Gladly, she saw light in the tunnel, long way to go? Yeah but the thought of any light, some light made her happy. She could live with that. Hope. She knew and was familiar with what has to be done but it was tough. Leaving school didn't seem so right but leaving them seemed approachable to her. Sure, social media updates would make her regret it or jealous, she was only human. But that's the thing about pain right? It demands to be felt. And she could feel it crushing her veins.
Was she fine? Yeah, just a little broken. Maybe a little too much. But soon it all will be fine, is what she felt. And yes, she moved on with that.
