She smiled. So ruthlessly, so cruelly. It was a smile, but not a smile you'd like --or expect for that matter, from a human. Sarah was smiling as she looked at me. My eyes filling up with tears, my throat filling with words of resentment that I know I cannot say to her. My heart is pounding and my fists are clenched at my thighs. I feel my face turning pinker by the minute, with tears welling up. The mark on my face was burning and tingling. Sarah had just pushed me of the bleachers at our annual school assembly. I happened to be sitting on the edge of the fourth (third to top) row of bleachers. Sarah happened to sit behind be. I hadn't noticed she was behind me until it was just a second too late. The assembly hadn't started, kids were still being seated, staff were testing microphones, and everyone was talking. I heard someone sit down behind me, and I didn't care to look. "Haha what if I push the little snitch down?" I heard. I look back to see who they are talking about, but then I see her. In a panic, I know she is referring to me, but unfortunately it is too late. I feel a shove on my shoulder and I start to fall. I can't react and impact is coming quickly. I turn to my side to avoid falling on my face, but i can't turn all the way around in time. I fall on my right side-- hard. My arm, cheek, and thigh are effected most, and they throb with slight pain. I have felt worse, but I feel utterly disrespected. I was tossed over almost like a rag doll, air, a pencil. I sit up on the gym floor. "Oh no, did olde' Vicky Amsterdam fall again" Sarah mocks while making a pouty face. She turns to her friends and laughs. I get up raging and I march up the bleacher steps. My fists are balled. I feel like a balloon about to burst, and I feel nauseous, hot and shaky. I feel like ripping her bleached hair and extensions out, along with wiping her 10 pounds of makeup off. But I try to contain myself, and sit down. It's getting harder and harder as I hear her talking about me. Then I turn around and Sarah is mocking me. I want to swear at her, but I know better than that. "Please stop" I say blankly. "Or what? You'll tell you mommy? Don't worry. I'll tell mine too." Sarah said-- the first part intimidating, the second mocking. Her mother is the assistant principle at our school, and her uncle is the principle. So I much watch my step. Plus no teacher would believe me, Sarah is an angel to them. All the students know she is mean, that they cannot do anything to stop her, and that one wrong move can have us suspended-- or worse. I stay silent until one of her friend Cassandra taps my shoulder and gets in my face to say "Yea smalls. What you gonna do 'bout it?" while smacking her gum between portions. I am mad now, steaming, on fire. My friends are coming, so I do nothing. I see Jade and Kennedy walk in and they sit on the bleachers beside me. "Hi" I say. I look at Sarah, my arm, and then the floor. I see that Jade already knows what happened, but Kennedy is still confused. "What happened?" Kennedy asks. "Yea Vicky. What happened?" Sarah said in a mocking, dumb tone. "I fell" I said quietly. "What?" Cassandra asked loudly, following along Sarah. Jade gets up and sits somewhere else. Kennedy and I follow. "I know you didn't fall" Jade says.
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{Victoria-Dove Nicole Amster} That Boy
Jugendliteratur(A work in progress.) Victoria-Dove Nicole Amster"Dove" for short, is all wrapped up in a spiral of school drama, from boys, mean girls, grades, haters, and backstabbers, she is dealing with it all.
