The Staircase Of Doors

Chapter 1

It was April 18 1994, the year of new things. It was almost the end of grade 10 and I had just a few more weeks to go and then I would be free, free of the stares and the laughs, the glares and the shoves and free of the names, If only that free feeling lasted forever.

 Then suddenly something went off in my head, was it sirens? No. was it someone screaming? No. "Ugh" I grunted as I realized it was just my alarm for school that was going off. As I sat up on the edge of my bed I looked in my long mirror, my eyes hazel eyes were fixed on a reflection of my dress, my beautiful purple dress made to fit my curves. I stopped and my gaze wandered elsewhere, It wandered to myself this time. As I looked in the mirror I felt my stomach twist and turn, as if it was tying itself into knots and tightening every time I looked at my disgusting self. I feel so Insecure, as if my weight forced itself onto my feelings, preventing me from feeling love towards anything with a heart beat.

 Discarding my feelings I got out of bed walked to my closet selecting a pair of tight jeans and a nice pink sweatshirt that complimented my tan skin, I glanced at my clock 7:55,

 "crap!"

 I ran downstairs slipped on my black converse and ran to the bus stop. I got there just time to catch the bus,

 "thank god"

 When I finally arrived at school I noticed that people were talking more than usual, giggling more. I started getting a nervous sweat as people started walking past me and whispering, but then I realized, they weren't laughing or whispering about me today, it was something bigger, something new and something I shouldn't have tried to figure out. I regret it, I sometimes wish I could take it back, but at the same time I knew I couldn't even if I tried.