Hello, My Name is

Make It To Me

"I'm broken. I'm hurt. I'm lost. I need to be found," I read to the class of jocks, and nerds, and rich cheerleaders who are staring intently back at this person who I can't identify. This girl they are staring at has friends, and a lot of them. She has her family, she has money, she has everything she could every want! Except... herself. This girl they are staring at wears a mask, black hair ombe'd to blond, fake nails, high-waisted shorts, her favorite pair of Converse and Mickey Mouse shirt. This facade isn't her or me or whoever she is. She's- interrupted by the bell...

"Alright class, that's the bell. Be ready to read your poems if haven't already!" Mrs. Etsy exclaimed. She's always been the type of teacher to not be drowned by boring poems of the uncreative senior class- no, she lives for it. "Hey K, what's up today!," Reg, my only real friend among the entire school population of fake ones, says. "Hey Reg, my boy with- with edge!" Reg dies of laughter. "What book did you search through to find that one?" I frown. I had thought of that one all night, I thought it was good. "A book called brain, maybe you should go buy one." I bark back. Laughter fills my ears again. Reg is my bestfriend since, like the womb. He's been there through alot. He's like my younger brother, even though he's older than me by a few months. We've never been seperated ever. Not ever. We walk down the hallway to yet another lecture. As we walk voices fill my ears with "hey Kerri", "lookin sexy, baby", "hey, babe come on over here", "you look HOT" *whistle whistle*, cat calls, numbers, and names. I begin to laugh with Reg until - "Wow, she's really beautiful. Who is she?" I stopped walking making my followers bump into me. "What's wrong, K babe?" Reg asked. My head was spinning from this comment. I turned to find who it was that said that but there was noone, just the tardy bell.

I tried to shake it off in my last three classes, but the voice just kept replaying in my head, "Who is she? Who is she?". I groaned and hit my head on the desk. Reg looked at me weird. "K babe, you okay? What's killin ya vibe, babe?" He paused and thought a minute before- "You're not smokin are ya? Kerri Ann, I told you not to smoke! It gets you feeling weird and hearin weird sh-" "I heard it okay!!" Everyone turned and looked at me, I hadn't realized my voice raised. I slowly sat down, not knowing I stood up and whispered "sorry" to the teacher for interrupting her lesson. "I heard it, Reg. I heard someone ask who I was. I heard it, alright? i'm not smoking, nothing is killing my vibe. I heard it." I said a little to forcefully, but he had to know it was real. I didn't make it up.