I rolled out of bed with a heavy heart.
Another day of breathing, yay!
I begrudgingly went to school. As I step heavily against the concrete road I try to keep my mind off the pain on my feet.
Upon entering the school grounds, students from the lower grade bumps into me as they rush to their class or to people they flirt with, either way nobody even glanced to utter a simple apology, too absorb in their own world to mind.
Ha! Why would they?
Everyday, I'd smile a fraction at familiar faces, float through classes, wish to be someone else, try to be someone else, fight unseen battles, pretend, but not once have I experienced such a thing.
I rounded up in a corner after going against the sea of vile creatures-I mean students. I was about to crash into a scene no one wants to be a part in-well except them, good thing I stopped myself.
I don't know why or what came into my mind but I stood still behind a wall when I heard the voices.
"You know what Missy, I really don't like that new girl from 8th grade but they say she's an asset so whatever."
"Ooh, remember that Tommy guy's face looks disgusting. Gross. But he's damn rich alright."
"GURL. My Philosophy teacher bores me gosh good thing he kinda likes me and I get good grades so I smile at him like always"
I hear laughter.
"Fake it 'till you make it girls!!"
Giggles.
So revolting.
I turned my back and rushed to class. As usual, I sat in the farthest corner, mind floating. Waiting for the excruciatingly slow hours to pass.
KRINGGGGGG.
Finally!
Other students jumped out of their seat like popcorns. I abruptly stood and gathered my belongings. I walked lazily along the corridor. I can clearly hear voices accompanied with nasty words. I keep my head down.
I can see their facade but I can't bring myself to tell the girl with a screaming red lipstick that her dearest braided friend talks behind her back. I can't tell the gang of students to stop bullying the unpopular ones.
I can't bring myself to unsee, to unfeel.
I feel on my knees in the middle of the hall.
"That's right honeybunch good thing you know where you belong!" Someone sneered.
Laughter.
I feel like I wanted to vomit. I feel sick. I feel so poisoned. How will I ever look into these people's eyes again?
A hand on my shoulder snapped me out of my thoughts. Ironic, for I looked straight into the most mesmerizing eyes I've ever seen.
"Do you need help?" A voice full of genuine concern.
A tear slipped down my cheeks.
"I do. I gravely do."
How do I tell these people that their small actions create something huge? Something destructive.
