Soulmates

Whoopsie Daisy

"Fuck"

As I tripped over my own feet and toppled down the stairs I couldn't help but swear. It's not my fault I'm a very clumsy person. I heard my mum screaming, telling me to watch my language but there was no point. I didn't care what she had to say about it. I fall a lot, it hurts, I swear. It's become routine now.

I sat on the bottom step and looked at the scratch on my leg join all the others. Bruises, cuts and scratches coated my legs. I quite liked them being there. They looked pretty and colourful. It seemed other people didn't though. At school I would have to cover my legs at all times because of the mean things the 'popular girls' would say in p.e. Bitches. They don't know what it's like to have to keep buying new jeans because I rip the all and that I will never be able to walk in heels. These are just my everyday struggles. It's shit.

As I left for school I decided I wouldn't trip on anything on the way. I make this deal with myself most mornings and I always fail. 

"Step over the branch"

"Don't kick that stone"

I mutter little instructions to myself as I walk down the path but fail to see the curb as I go to cross the road. For the second time that day I was already on the floor but this time it was in public. I got the usual stares from people driving past and other kids walking to school as I got up, cleaned the dirt of my trousers and walked away again. I am also used to this on a daily basis. 

I continued to walk, only stumbling and tripping over my own feet but not falling. I was almost at school now so I had to be extra careful. If I fell outside the school I would just die. Luckily I didn't and was in the school, on time, with only a few more scrapes. 

I'm one of those people that don't really have friends, just a bunch of people with similar interests that hang around with you because they don't have friends either. There was no one in my little group that I despised but there wasn't anyone I particularly like either. They were all really weird, not that I wasn't but they were weirder than me. They were a mixture of emos or punks and really nerdy girls. Some of them were both. Either way I was neither. I just stood with them at morning break and sat with them at lunch. I doubt any of them know my name. My name is Gabriele by the way, not that anyone cares.

I knew that first period I had chemistry. My least favourite subject. I gave a teacher minor burns one time and they had to go to hospital. For some reason they never came back. Funny. Also I sat alone so whenever something did explode or go wrong there was no one to share the blame with me and smething always exploded or went wrong. Anyway that all changed. Not the exploding bit, that never changed, but the sitting alone bit and the having no friends bit.