Tears of Personality

Attempts

I had once dreamed hard to leave this dreadfull nightmare, this....hell, I suppose. Why must they always do this to me, have I ever really done this to them? I mean, I know I'm always being a bit stupid, and some what annoying. But seriously, what did I do to earn this. I always tried my best to stop acting like a complete idiot, It never really left me; it stayed with me my entire life, It doesn't leave at all. I grabbed some tissues, a bit more than needed. I wiped, wiped and wiped. The tears had just kept coming,draining every single piece of liquid in my eyes. I walked out of the school, it was recess. No one had ever really liked me at all, maybe a few, but do they ever have time for me at all? I looked across the field; some kids a little older than me were playing soccer. Seemed like something fun. But I stayed back, I didn't want anyone to hate on me or anything.

I had heard some footsteps behind me. It was a tall women holding cups of coffee. Once she had saw me sitting at the ledge she had been shocked. "Oh my goodness," she had yelled. "What are you doing here?" I smiled at her, then spoke. "Nothing, just looking at everyone having fun and all." She looked at everyone while holding the cups of coffee in her arm, then looked back at me. "Hmm," she thought. "May I ask your name?" , I had sighed at the thought, the thought of wanting to introduce myself. But then I gave it my best. "Moeed," I spoke in a harsh attitude. "Pardon?" she asked. I then spoke a bit more firmly, "Moeed." She then smiled with delight. "That's not a bad name," she said with respect. "I'm Mrs. Rosevelt." The name had seemed a bit odd, I've never really heard such a name. "The new librarian," she said enthusiastically. "Today's my first day! I thought I'd bring some coffee for the staff members, they might be impressed you know?" I then smiled back, "Good luck!" The women walked away with a smile on her face. Oh how this school had made her anticipated about her life; While I'm just sitting at a ledge wondering what to do with mine.

Well, I can't just sit here forever, maybe I should try a little. I walked over to some kids playing basketball. It seemed kind of fun; a little enthusiasm had started to spark in me. "Hey!" I yelled. Everyone paused and looked at me. I looked back. "Can I play with you guys?" There was a short moment of silence. One kid wearing sun glasses then yelled. "Hey look it's the annoying guy!" I wasn't surprised , knew It was coming to me one way or another. Everyone else starting laughing, then some others around the area. Why did I ever try at all. I decided to just leave, there was no use in even trying. But then, as soon as I was about to move, one of the kids threw the basketball at me. Thankfully I'd caught it. I looked at the ball closely, then smiled. I threw the ball into the teacher parking lot., just to get rid of the anger. But then..as soon as I'd done that, one of the kids ran towards me with anger. I didn't notice it at first, but it was Emannuel, the guy that'd picked on me from the start. I couldn't do anything at all, It was so fast that I couldn't just counter the charge, but even run away from it. Before I knew it, a smash into my stomach had flew me onto the surface of hard-rough concrete. It had hurt more than anything. I could barely move. Next thing I knew, everyone was surrounding me, everyone.