The Lost Dancer

When times are tough look up and remember it always gets better

This was it. Yeah your probably thinking just a harmless group of girls, but thats where your wrong. Every school has a group like this and its always my luck to to run into them and get into trouble... only I don't know this time what I had done to offend them- to get on the wrong side of this make-up coated girls.

"ooh has daddy ran away again? Could stand the sight of you I bet. Or was it the repulsive geek who always tries too hard? It's ok though, don't worry we can make you look better," she sneered as her followers who are not capable of making their own decisions laughed. The leader met eyes and shared glances with two girls that stood beside her and noded, and thats when it would begin. The tango fake tan clan started stalking closer and closer, gradually forcing me backwards until I could go back no further. 

A brick wall cut off my only chance of excape leaving me no more space to get further away from the pursuing group, always coming closer until they catch up to the lost, startled deer, ready to catch their prey.

"Aww it's ok scaredy cat, little babey has no daddy to hind behind.. haha what a shame." Began one. Once one  had built up the courage to speak it seemed to richochet between them. They were hyping each other up. The girls who are not brave enough alone so stand in a large group to threaten others? That's not courage, it shows a sign of weakness unable to fight your own battles so instead you threaten an individual. Taget them.. make them feel more alone because at the end of the day they are seen to be weaker than a group being alone. But is being alone really a weakness or  does it show strength.. As the shouting continued words become blurred. Had no meaning what the other girls were saying only my thoughts piped up louder and louder like screams in my head. Am I really weak. Did my father really leave because he couldn't stand me?? 

I felt like breaking down. The screams of my thoughts becoming unbearable, but I could not show weakness to them. They could not know my real weakness or they will never leave me alone. I feel like cowering down, but instead I try to remain strong and stand straight, and thats why I didn't see it coming. I felt the fist hit me in the face. It was like being hit by or running into a concrete wall. I tried again to stand strong, not to show weakness and to fight back. I had such a strong urge to fight back, but spots came into my clouded vision. I leaned on the wall for support as my legs began to give way. I could hear voices but they seemed unclear, unimportant and just so far away. Everything well so cold as everything just went blank and I could vaguely feel myself falling. Falling for what seemed like forever into a bottomless pit.