I am about halfway through my freshman year, and I am still being picked on. Johnny is still relentlessly teasing and mocking me every chance he gets. I wish he understood how much it hurts me. Every words he hits me with is forever nailed into my memory. Every time he calls me "stupid", "ugly", or "pathetic" the more I start to believe him. Maybe I am weak and good for nothing. Why am I even here? My mother didn't even want me enough to stay.
Sophie has been coming around more often, but she doesn't talk as much as she used to. She just sits there and watches me with her ocean like eyes. She will occasionally ask me how my day was or talk to me about kids at school.
I don't want Sophie to worry about me so I haven't told her that the torment has been getting worse. In fact, I haven't even mentioned it since the first time Johnny followed me home.
Also, my dad has been working a lot more than usual so I feel like I'm alone. I feel as though I am an invisible face surrounded by a whole bunch of nobodies.
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A Journal of a Young Girl
Short StoryA short story wrote in the perspective of a girl, Meri, writing in her journal over the course of her freshman year of high school. She faces some trials and doesn't quite know the best way out. Warning some parts made writer cry, so please be prepa...
