The Wallflower's Bloom

Chapter 2: Laughter's a Killer

Chapter 2: Laughter's a Killer

I finally made it through the first day of school. It wasn't really a "school day" considering that we didn't do any schoolwork. Which I was completely okay with.

See, I REALLY didn't like work, like, I hated it. I'd rather shove my head down in an unflushed toilet then to have to do seven hours of work with more work to do at home. As if seven hours wasn't enough!

We were pretty much just shown around the school and everything. Mrs. Webb seemed nice, but I can tell she might be a pain later in the year.

She had bright pink lipstick on that would distract you in class. It's like, look work, NO, LOOK LIPS. School Rules: No jeans, but lips that distract children from learning are perfectly fine. It was just, she seemed kind of odd to be around and awkward to ask a question to, because she'd drag the answer out for miles.

I walked home with a jacked up ankle, doing this kind of dance with my legs. Some kid had "accidentally" stepped on my foot while going to look at the cafeteria. It actually hurt quite a bit. He must've hurt it pretty bad though, because it was almost unbearable.

He stepped on it like a hammer. I fell and face planted into the floor, and all he had to say to my broken ankle and face was, "Sorry, I didn't see you there." SERIOUSLY? I'm 4'10" NOT A FUCKING ANT.

I tried to walk straight, but with some major pain.

I had just skipped in really awkwardly, and I was immediately greeted by my caring dad.

"So, how was your first day?" he asked with a big grin spreading across his face like a wildfire.

I was about to answer, when I noticed all of our stuff in the house. I was surrounded by countless nic-nacs and things we never even had at the old house, which surprised me. We never had our house look this nice.

"Wow! Our things look even nicer here than they did at our old house!" I sort of screamed, but actually telling the truth. My dad smiled an even broader smile, knowing I kind of avoided the question.

"Looks nice than I thought," he grinned, "Mighty nicer."

Honestly, I wasn't sure if it was even humanly possible for him to smile any bigger. It was like, the smile took up 80% of his whole entire face, which made me resent looking at his face, until he brought it down a notch, okay...a lot of notches.

I told him I'd be right back before I put my bookbag down, took my jacket off and went to go get a snack--Chips O'hoy cookies to be exact. I ate those cookies like the Cookie Monster himself.

I just loved cookies, they were like the answer to all of Earth's problems. "Brother shot? EAT COOKIES! Depressed? EAT COOKIES! Got in trouble? EAT COOKIES!" Everything just revolved around cookies for me.

Realizing I hadn't told my dad about my day again, I quickly swallowed (almost choking actually) to speak.

"Well, school was fine. We didn't do much other than looking at everything around the school, so it wasn't very much of a school day.

"Oh," he replied kind of disappointed, "Well, let's hope the rest of the year goes by fine."

I slowly went upstairs, still hurt down in my ankle, to my room. I looked at the ceiling like I normally do, just to think about...well...everything.

I felt two sudden shoves when I suddenly fluttered my eyes open. "What?!" I thought. I felt like something awful had just happened while I was asleep.

"What's wrong?!"I looked down my scrawny figure to find two pretty darn big hands hands backing away from my stomach, where they had shook me.

"It's time for school! Come on, I'll be waiting for you downstairs." My dad left the room rather quickly as I realized I must've fallen asleep while in that sort of "trance" looking at the ceiling.

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After I got to school, I slowly walked in--on time today--and I saw something I hadn't seen yesterday. It was a hand, cupped around a mouth, next to an ear. Not only that, but also two eyes staring at me. Obviously gossip, then a laugh.

It killed me inside. That laugh. Heaven knows what they said, but I know it was something bad about me.

This had always been my life. I would just be silent all the time--not even disturb anything--I was just there. Yet, I was still made fun of things that weren't even true.

I put my head down, so my long brown hair would cover my eyes and walked to my desk.

A blonde haired girl glared at me on my "treacherous" journey to my boring desk. I didn't even see the point. "Why stare at something, that doesn't even deserve to be called "something"?"

She had hazel eyes, and I could tell she's one of those prissy girls, like everyone else that would talk about me. I thought about everything, and I just put my head down and ignored the world for the rest of the day, which, in turn, actually helped a lot.

Multiple times I would hear the chuckles and giggles behind me. I didn't even have to turn my head to know it was for me, it always was.

My worst nightmare was coming true. New school, new people, new house, and it's still the same. Who knew...laughter's a killer.