Silence

Chapter three: Meeting them

"Yeah I'd rather be a lover than a fighter cause all my life I've been fighting. Never felt a feeling of comfort all this time I've been hiding and I've never had someone to call my own I'm so used to sharing."
-silence
marshmallow and khaled

When I first started high school I was so excited, ecstatic even. But my expectations were crushes by reality.

I quickly realised I didn't fit in, didn't have the flashy clothes, the right attitude, I didn't date enough, didn't have enough friends.

There was so many 'faults' in me that people gladly brought out.

Belive me I tried so hard trying to be one of them, trying to blend in with the crowd but it didn't work.
It never does.

I spent all my money on make up, the lastest clothes, I did everything I could to be normal, everything. I was too different I guess, maybe my presence just didn't feel right, maybe my existence was a mistake. I began to feel wrong, like a pice of jigsaw puzzle that wouldn't fit.

I felt insecure, self conscience and soon enough people began to think I was weird. They didn't realised I just need a friend, someone to lean on, to talk to, to tell me I was worth something.

Maybe if they did I wouldn't be writing this now with tears cascading down my face. But people don't think like that, they just see this reserved, anti-social pessimist girl and stay away from her.

I'm invisible that was clearly proven when I step into the classroom and they stare right through me like a ghost.

But yet they do see, tormenting me whilst I walk down the corridors, calling me names behind my back.
If you've ever been bullied for a long period of time you'll notice this. You meaningless to them, holding no significance in their eyes, only worthy for a suitable scapegoat for their bad day.

It's hell

Every. Single. Day.

It's lunch and I'm eating in the janitors closet.

For outcasts like us it's not safe for us to be sitting with the 'normal' people. Well if you wanna be humiliated in public it's perfect but if you take your life seriously you wanna hide somewhere safe.

The stairs are more ideal but I'm even not wanted by my fellow nerds.
Funny huh?

It hurts. knowing that everyday your going somewhere where you don't belong, where your not wanted. I've learned to deal with it in by myself in private. Cause I know if I let them get me it'll change who I am and I don't want that.

I jump in surprise at the sound of voices, a mop falls and hits against the door somehow turning the lock. Three boys tumble in crashing on top of me I don't know their names but their definitely familar.

"Hey get off of me-,"

"You sitting on my-"

"this is all your fault-"

I groan in pain as they somehow managed to extract themselves from our jumble of limbs.

"Oh shit is that a girl," I hear one of them say.

"We're gonna go to rot in jail after she sues us for harassment," says another

"I'm to young-" another says

I moan as I get up from the floor clutching my bruised stoamch.

"Way to surprise a someone," I hear myself say. They chuckle nervously, glancing at one another.

"We kinda wanted to talk to you," They shuffle their feet awkwardly showing an intense interest for their shoes laces.

"You could've just knocked," I glanced up at them clearly for the first time,
"who are you guys?"

A broad smile spread across their faces.

"My names Arion we're new here," he grins and held out his hand, I don't take it and it drops at his side limply." You must be Andrea,"

"Her names Alexandra dumbass," The one on his right retorted
"Names Denzel by the way," he smiles at me I don't return it.

"I'm pretty sure her names Andrea," Arion claims

"Her names obviously Alexandra," says Denzel

I roll my eyes " why don't we just ask her,"

"Oh,"

"Right,"

I suppress a grin "My names A-"

"-ALEXANDRA I TOLD YOU," Denzel shouts out of nowhere.

"SHE WAS GONNA SAY ANDREA DOUSHBAG," Arion yells back shoving him.

"NO SHE WASN'T HER NAMES A-,"

"-DREA,"

"ALEXADRA,"

"ANDREA,"

"ALEXAN-"

"SHUT UP," I roar, the last of my patience running thin. They do indeed shut up staring at me gobsmacked. I take a deep breath.

"Lets do that again shall we, my names Seola , DON'T," I snap sharply as they open their mouths to speak. They immediately shut up.

"So your names Arion." I say pointing my finger at him. He smiles kindly at me.

"And your Denzel," his bright eyes twinkle mysteriously at me." Sup,"

I turn to the last one.

"And your...." I trail off realising I don't know.

"I'm lathanul," he murmurs his long dar brown hair covers his face hiding him from view.

"Lathanul," I murmur " that's a strange name."

"What did you want from me?" Their taken aback by the tone of my voice. I don't trust them i know their new but what if someone dared them to prank me or something, I fell for it one to many times.

"We just-"

I hold up a hand cutting him short
"As you can see I was in the middle of eating my lunch, so could you get to the point,"

Arion opens his mouth to speak "In the caretakers closet," but before I can answer the bell rings.

"You know what that sound is?" I ask them they stare at me blankly.

"End of lunch?" Denzel says

I shake my head "That's the sound of life telling me to get back into that classroom so I can be humiliated again and again and again."

I walk away leaving them.

"Seola!" Arion shouts my name "We need your help," I don't turn around. How on earth can I help them.

"Seola!" This time Lathanul yells something, I assumed he wasn't capable of raising his voice higher than a whisper.

I turn around student have been let out and they already engulfing the hallways. I can no longer make out the three tall figures.

But their message is still echoing in my mind.

We need your help..

Sooooooooo?

How was that as a third chapter ooh this is when things get interesting. So there's lathanul Denzel and Arion. I wanted to give them unique names. My favorite name is Seola by the way. By the way I just thought I might add this, Seola is coloured or black as you might call it. Her bullying has nothing to do with her skin colour by the way.

To lighten this up I'm really into this book and really recommend it.
It's called Annabelle's will and it's awesome. Also check out my lit friend bristchick and her book hijabi's hellhole. She's a Muslims so don't bother going on her works if you just gonna write some nasty stuff okay.

I also want to explain my username silentmarshmallowx i posted a picture at the top of marshmallew with khaled and I just love him and no I don't know what he looks like and I really don't want to. His character personality and songs are just mwah😙

Comment where you guys are all from it'll great to imagine I have readers in different countries

Your SilentMarshmallow