Two Sides

"It's more annoying then depressing."

"Haha! Stupid girl!" And there goes your casual meatloaf, flying through the air and landing on a young girl. This young girl sighed in annoyance at both the remark and the meatloaf as she stood up from her seat and calmly walked out of the cafeteria. By now this was part of a trivial, dailey, routine.

Her footsteps stoped in front of the lady's restroom, and snickers from all over were heard. A few even whispered things like, "Shouldn't she be going to the boys bathroom?" Amber eyes, which belonged to the meatloaf wearing girl, rolled as her hand pushed opened the lady's restroom door. She smiled inwardly to discover that no one else was in here at the moment. A sigh escaped her plump lips as she ran a hand through her wild, brown hair. By now she was an expert at these types of things. She had managed to get almost all of the meatloaf out of her hair, and while she may hate to admit it, her brown hair helped hide what meatloaf she couldn't kick out.

A small sigh escaped her lips as she looked at herself in the mirror. Unlike all the other "preppy" girls at her school she downed a green t shirt with various video game symbols scattered around it along with some simple blue jeans and converse. Her hair, as always, flowed down her back in wild waves. While all the other girls wore skirts and other girly products. Now don't get her wrong, Brianna didn't hate people who wore or liked girly things. She just hated their judgement. Brianna was your stereotypical tomboy. A girl who loved video games, ruff housing, junk food, and didn't mind getting dirty. She was also a bit of nerd, which is where her love for reading came in. All in all everyone considered her to be the outcast - the weirdo. To be honest, she's never really understood why they bully her seeing as people like her were accepted in this day and time. She did have a pretty good idea thar it had to do with some girls taking it way too far. It didn't matter why they bully her, what mattered is that they do. Sure, at first it was tough, really tough. She got depressed a lot in the beginning, but she learned to take it over time. Of course, she still has her moments. Now you may be thinking, 'Why not just go to the principal or your parents?'  Are you crazy?! What teen actually does that? Would you do that? It's way too embarrassing. Besides, by now it was more or less just plain out annoying to her now. 'Yep, it's more annoying then it is depressing,' she chuckled at opened the bathroom door to her personal hell on earth. 'God, I need a better better name for this place. That's wayyyyy too cliche.' 

 Despite her dailey dose of mean comments sided with the occasional push and shove, today was pretty normal. Maybe even better then normal. By the end of the day Brianna was just waiting for something absolutely horrid to happen. Every possibility ran through her mind. 'Maybe there's a secret plaque going around and we'll all be attacked by zombies or maybe our printers will begin to ooze out giant ink demons!' At that last thought a frown tugged at her lips as she rubbed at her eyes.     '​​Man, I've gotta stop replaying Bendy and the Ink Machine late at night.' 

 To both her great relief and slight disappointment Brianna had made it home without anything going horribly wrong. However, she still couldn't shake off the feeling that something would. It actually seemed the intensify as her mother approached her as soon as she opened her front door. Her mother was a sweet person who married a bad man. Her mother was also fragile, which is why Brianna avoided telling her anything about the bulling. "Welcome back, Bri!" The nervous smile on her mother's face made her want to shiver, but she held it in. "Hey, mom." "How was school?" A forced smile landed on her own lips. "It was awesome." Her mother's smile dropped for a second, and panicked thoughts flashed throughout Brianna's mind. Did she find out? Oh no.... "Um,Brianna, dear, I'm afraid I have some bad news." She winced but nodded at her mother for her to continue. "You see...well, um, we're....um...moving." A gasp escaped Brianna's lisp, and Brianna had to stop herself from hopping onto her mother and screaming for joy. Instead, she coughed and said in the calmest voice she could muster. "Oh, really? Why?" Her mother gulped, " Well, I was given an opportunity in Toronto. A company saw my work online, and they said they'd help me set up shop."  Her mother was a flourist, and she had some of the most beautiful flower arrangements. Brianna would take photos of them and post them online. A genuine smile stretched across her face. "Welp, when are we leaving?" Relief flashed across her mother's face. "So, you're okay with leaving your friends?" Are you kidding?! This is my chance to actually make friends! "Of course, mom. I know how much your job means to you, and I'm proud of you." Tears welled up in the older woman's eyes. Oh god, here come the waterworks. Brianna was embraced by the slightly shorter person, and she awakrdly hugged back while patting her mother's head. "There, there."

 Later that night as Brianna stared up at the roof of her bedroom, millions of thoughts swarmed her head. This is my chance! I can finally start over! A wide smile was on her face as she drifted off, dreaming her possibilities.