Unbreakable

I squinted down at my paper. How did I get that wrong? I divided the sixteen- Bam! My thoughts were interrupted by a kid knocking me over on my backside, and my black glasses flying off my face. I looked up at him. He was smirking and looked very satisfied, not a trace of apologetic emotion in his eyes.

"Watch out, Emo," he sneered, and continued down the hall, his turquoise backpack flailing behind him.

Angry, I crawled over to where my glasses were. Someone kicked my back while I reached out to grab my glasses. I decided to ignore them. I got up, and went for the bathroom, I could feel the tears starting to sting the back of my eyes. I threw my backpack over my shoulder, my backpack thumped against my spine as I turned for the bathroom, keeping my head down, so that no one could see the tears welling in my eyes. I couldn't let them see that what they were doing to me affected me.

I opened the bathroom door, and checked under the stalls. There was no feet, I mean, school was out and there was close to no students left at school besides the kids that were doing clubs. Miserable, I looked up at myself in the mirror. Gods, I hated my reflection. I hated my two different colored eyes, one blue the other brown. My brown hair flew in front of my face, I didn't bother moving it. It wasn't like anyone was looking at me anyway. I was so done with today. My heart hurt, and I was so done with the physical and emotional pain school was putting me through.

I sat down under the sink, and buried my face in my knees, and I let the tears fall silently. My shoulders shook as I gasped for air, and sobbed. I didn't really have any processed thoughts going on in my head. I tried not to feel emotions, and when I did, it felt as if they would never stop coming. All of my senses turned off, mostly all the way. I continued to cry, and then the bathroom door opened. Usually, I would have just hid and tried to hide from these people, but right now, I didn't care. Let this person see me cry. They were going to judge me sooner or later.

The person gasped like they were seeing a ghost, or like they didn't want to see that they were seeing. I didn't hear anything more, but soon I felt a warmth wrapped around me like a blanket. Someone was hugging me. "Oh, Est," the voice said, in a soothing and sorry tone. Then I recognised the voice, it was my best friend, Parker. I just let her hold on to me, and I wept into her arms.

Not long after, I finally looked up. Parker smiled over at me. She wiped my tears and cleaned my glasses, then she hugged me. "It's okay," she said. I pulled back. I was so thankful for her. She got up, and helped me up. I looked at myself in the mirror again. My face was all blotchy and red, black smeared down my face. Parker's face was perfect, and her facial expressions read "I'm sorry, I'm here for you," and that made me happy, I knew she was with me.

I wiped my nose and Parker helped me clean off my face. She walked out of the bathroom with me, and a girl walking close by snickered. "Ooh I ship it," she said in a mocking voice. Parker just smiled at her and ignored her.

We walked out of the building, and started to walk home. Parker only lived a few streets away from me, so we were always pretty close.

"Estelle, I am so sorry, what happened?" Parker said, looking down at me, for she was quite a bit taller then me.

I told her what happened. I was just glad to tell someone what happened. Parker listened to my every word, and every so often, she would move her hair out of her face, which wasn't a lot, because she had a pixie cut.

When we got to her house, she gave me a hug, and made me promise her I would see her tomorrow. I answered with a yes, and she smiled and walked towards her house. I continued down the street, until I go to my house. My house was like every other house on the street. It was large, made of bricks, and gray. People would think that our street was the faction of Abnegation from Divergent, but none of the people in this neighborhood were very selfless.