(Emma's pov)
I sit in the back of the classroom, twisted and tangled in a web of my own thoughts. This school is sick nobody is nice to me I'm all alone. I think about I think about it a lot. I want to die. Everyone is already afraid of me, so if I'm gone they won't care.
"Ringggg..." the bell rings dismissing the class.
I walk alone as usual. Maybe if I say hi to people they will be nice back.
"Hi," I stutter.
Nope it can't happen not one single person will be nice to me. I think it's time I die already, there is no point in me living.
"Hi, I-I'm Andy. I saw you try to talk to those people over there."
Could it be someone coming to talk to me? Someone being kind?
"Emma, right?"
"Yea. Aren't you afraid of me just like everyone else?"
"No, you did nothing worthy of scaring me away. I just wanna be friends."
"But wouldn't you rather hangout with your popular friends than hang out with depressed me?"
He stood right there looking just like me. He was alone in his own crowd. I'll try this time, I'll try hard. I won't scare him off by telling him not to talk to me. I will do what he is doing being kind.
(Andy's pov)
I wonder how my life could be better. Escaping the popular crowd. They are nothing but mean to me. I feel as if I'm a lone flower in a field. I don't wanna turn out mean I want to be kind. And talking to someone who doesn't really have friends seems like a good idea.
Emma stood alone in her black ripped jeans and my chemical romance shirt. It was obvious that she needs a friend.
I talk to her for awhile in the hallway before class starts.
"Emma I would rather hang out with you than the popular people because they are rude and you are kind."
She gives me a smile and I smirk back.
"Well I don't scare you?"
"No, well not yet at least. I need to get to know you before I decide what you are. People need to take a chance on others and not judge them for their looks."
2 years later.
(Emma's pov)
I stood tall in front of the incoming students as I tried to do what I love to do.
"Hi, I'm Emma. A lot of people don't give me a chance. I would like to thank my dear friend Andy for giving me a chance when I was at my lowest. Thanks to him and his kindness I am still alive. So the message I am trying to get across is be kind to everyone and don't judge a book by its cover because we are very different on the inside."
I stood tall telling everyone my story and soon I hope they will have a story too!"
YOU ARE READING
Why I am here?
General FictionThis is a contest entry about a girl who struggles with depression and scares everyone around her away. But there is one person who always seems kind enough to talk to her.
