Another day in this boring world. I wish I could die but I know I can't do that just for one stupid reason, so my solution, I keep living. My name is Amelia, Amelia Roberts. I don't like my name but surprisingly other people do. I'm very quiet and don't like to talk to much. I'm somewhat good at school, my grades are mostly A's and B-'s, but either way its fine. I only have like two friends, but who needs friends, am I right? I hate all my teachers. They never explain thoroughly making it difficult for me to learn. My family is okay, could be better. I have a little sister, Mia and an older brother Michael. There both a pain in the rear end but I still love them.
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It was the beginning of Sophomore year. I already lasted one year in hell, now let's see if i can last the rest. I was walking down the hallway going to my locker which was number 282, which sucked because it was next to Kimberly Reta, the captain of the cheerleading squad and the so called "biggest slut". Some people even said that she had sex with one of her teachers to get an A for the semester. Pathetic right? But that's how our school roles, rumors and rumors is all we hear never the truth.
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As I walked to lunch after 4th period, I went to the girls locker room. I thought I was alone until I heard a gasp and a small sniffle. I ignored it, but was also curious. I decided to stick around in the stall as I texted Rebecca that I will be late and to not worry about me if I don't show at our table.
Three minutes passed and it was still silent. Then someone opened the door and entered. I sounded like a bunch of girls came in the bathroom. They were Freshman I think, then they started talking.
"Omg did you see how she looked?!?HORRENDOUS! I swear I think she got her clothes from the dumpster!" Said a girl that laughed with her two other friends.
"Oh and did you see her makeup? Stop using markers honey!" They all laughed and kept on talking about the girl.
I wanted to get out and tell them it's not right to say that but I knew it wasn't any of my business and plus I wasn't in the mood for arguing or anything like that.
As the girls left I then heard sobbing and a stall open. I peered through the gap in the stall and say a girl that was described as the trio said, or commented about. I saw her eyes bloodshot red. She was crying. Her makeup was all over the place. I saw her clothing and it looked pretty decent. A black skirt with a thin long sleeve shirt and some gray converse with a ponytail and light makeup. It was a cute outfit and the makeup was fine, smeared, but fine.
She was still looking at herself in the mirror as a tear rolled down her cheek. I wanted to say something but I didn't think it was the right time. She kept staring but later pulled up her sleeved and pulled out a shiny object in her right hand. It was a razor. She gently placed it on her wrist about to cut herself. She made a line and grimaced at the pain and looked at the blood trickling down her wrist to the sink. She made another line.
I couldn't take it I didn't want her to cut herself. Even if I didn't know her. I unlocked the stall and opened it. She dropped and razor and quickly fumbled to get her sleeved down. And frantically trying to play it cool, but I knew. I looked at her in the eye and she looked back.
"WHAT!!IT'S MY CHOICE STOP JUDGING ME I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES! I'M JUST ANOTHER DEPRESSED SLUT WHO ONLY WANTS ATTENTION JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE SAYS AND THINK! I'M JUST ANOTHER MISTAKE NOTHING ELSE, YOU DON'T HAVE TO REMIND ME OF IT!!" She yelled as tears streamed down her face like a river slowly killing her as she leaned against the wall as she sat on the floor, head on her knees and arms out.
I dried my hands and sat next to her.
"I wasn't judging you. That didn't even come to mind. But I'm sorry that who ever hurt you...hurt you. Your a sweet and pretty girl, I see it in your eyes and appearance. Your not a mistake, your not ugly or trash. Your beautiful. And your way more beautiful than those other girls that plaster there face with makeup looking like a decorative cake."
I said softly to her as I gently rubbed her back. She stopped crying, but was still sniffling. She cleaned her face and put some lip gloss on. She then fixed her hair and flattened her skirt. She turned around and looked at me and smiled.
"Thank you."
Then she gave me a hug after getting her bag and left.
