Imperfect Introvert

Chapter 2- Love

Amanda

Lunch break is by far everyone's favourite time of the day in a school right??...oh no wait its recess actually but well who loves going to the school until it is absolutely necessary to kick start your future occupation..

But in my opinion lunch break is the worst time of the day..Why you ask??When I am a fat person then why don't I like the lunch break??

Well for one you guys should really change your opinion because it is not necessary that a fat person is eating all the time and lives on food..They might be fat but this doesn't mean that we are always eating...

Most people who are fat, it is not because they eat too much, but it is due to the fact that slim people have a better metabolism..

Secondly I hate lunch break because it is the time of salivary exchange between jerks and jerkettes..When they very shamelessly almost eat up each others lips to display their "love" which is just a way to get popular in my eyes..

You might think of me as a barbarian, which I may accept that I am a little in the ways of showing love but if one loves another person then what is the need of displaying it to everyone..

Love is a powerful and pure emotion, it is all about feeling not showing in my opinion, it is the hurt you feel when the one you love is hurt..
It is the joy you feel when the one you love is happy,
It is when one accepts someone..
emotionally, externally and internally along with the flaws and everything.

Not just to hold hands but to hold each other when one is down or upset,

Not just to accept the kiss but to accept his up's and down's and accept one completely...

That is love in my opinion..

Well on to a lighter topic as we move,
the best part about school is that, it is a way to torture, torment and humiliate children and it is said that it is for their own good..??

Own good..?????
Are you serious??

Schools are man-made gas chambers which might suck out your life in a slow and a painful process..

Above all my favourite period...
Yup you guessed it right...its...

Maths...

Don't scare off, I am not that big of a freak..I am joking..

Oh my!! It is by far the most disgusting, pathetic, torturous subject in the history of subjects.

If I had been topper the whole of my life, the credit goes to maths...

If I ever wanted to remove the label of an "average girl" and failed miserably, the credit goes to Maths.

If I had been suffering in a place namely "school" it is because of

MATHS.

So the whole period I have been yawning and trying not to space out when it is proving to be really difficult.

The rest of the day has been quite uneventful if I remove the quarrel between my friends and the bad boy's group.

Honestly I tried to fight back, I really did but it was unsuccessful.

Maybe I am afraid to fight back as because it involves insulting and the thing is when I am quite flawed on what basis can I insult someone..

The fact that for one minute pleasure people love to insult not bothering to even think that how hurt that person could get, how can one comment when you don't know what is going on in someone's life..

My thought process is quite different, I know, that is the reason I am quite a weirdo.

So as I mentioned I just sit back and shamelessly gaped at my friends and boys fighting among each other, instead of joining it.

At first I thought if I would be nice to everyone, then maybe just maybe they stop behaving like shit with me, maybe I would be able to change their so full of ego conscience..but as far as now I am quite unsuccessful at it.

When I return back from the school, I heard the shouting noises, ever present in my house.

"You will never change..you pathetic bitch.."
Grandma shouted.

"You tend to fill your son's mind with bullshit about me and not only in your son's mind but now also in my daughter's mind...I don't know why god is not helping the world by ending your miserable life.."
Mum shouted back.

In the corner I found my brother hysterically crying on the floor.

Poor Andrew.

He is so small, they have not only destroyed my childhood but they are doing the same with my baby brother.

Why don't they get that this thing affects us??

I walk up to him and he wraps his arms around my neck.

"It's fine Andrew..I am there with you.."
I whisper.

"Amy.."
He whispers softly.

"How was school..??"
I asked him.

"Perfect."
He replies back.

I smiled at him. The only thing he doesn't know is that we have different meanings of the word "perfect".

"Hey why don't you go down and play with your friends.."

He nods and leaves the room.

I return back to my room to find them still fighting.

I run back to my room and straight to the washroom.

NaCl mixed with water floods my face..

I am supposed to support Andrew..Who is supposed to support me??

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I may pretend to be strong,
But the facade is all wrong.

I may pretend to flash a smile,
When inside I am broken and fragile.

I may not speak a word about it,
But let me tell you I am the worse hit.

I may laugh but it is a lie,
When I am alone all I do is to cry.

I am like barren land, waiting for rain
All I want is someone to take away the pain.

At times I ask myself why only,
I am suffering and left all lonely.

All I need is some love and someone who care,
But maybe it is too late, I am shattered beyond repair..

By- Alex_Granger

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Love Alex.