You are my sunshine

A new life

There was no hesitation for the doctors to set up physio therapy. Once every two days after Violet stepped out of the hospital, she was to meet up with her trainer.

There was also no hesitation for Violet to return to school after a week of recuperation.

The halls became silent, filled with soft whispers of students gossiping about the "legend" to come back from supposed death. The floor was the only thing Violet could concentrate on. She made it to her first class without any encounters which she was forever grateful for. The back corner was her friend, her safe space. Homework booklets were her teachers when she didn't understand. And although she had been gone for four years, her mind was as clear as the day she left, maybe even more clear.

In a months time, she was caught up to the required grade. It was no surprise to her parents that their daughter was more intelligent than people took her for. She may have been pushed back, but she bounced back faster than almost anyone was expecting. It's almost like she never left.

She raised a pale arm into the air, "Yes Violet?" her teacher, Mrs. Balestrom asked, already aware of the outcome. A genuine smile rested on her lips.

"I don't want to interrupt the lesson, but 784 divided by 57 would be thirteen point seven five when rounded to two decimal places, not fourteen point zero two." Violet bravely answered, her tone unwavering even though she was internally panicking.

Mrs. Balestrom looked at the whiteboard and found what Voilet was looking at. She nodded her head,"Thank you for pointing that out Violet, don't want to have the wrong answer for a review question." as she began erasing the incorrect calculation, a snobby girl who was obnoxiously chewing gum turned to Violet with a glint in her eyes.

An accusing finger was placed in Violet's direction, "What a teacher's pet. If you're so smart what's 23,456 divided by 18?" she mocked, a smug smirk mildly angering the so called "teacher's pet".

"Sophia that's en-" Mrs. Balstrom started.

"1,303 point one repeated. Happy now? Are you done? I'm sorry, should I have kept the answer to myself and have everyone scratch their heads when they fail to get the correct answer because the teacher made an honest mistake like we all do sometimes, yourself included? Maybe you should thank me for making everyone's lives easier instead of bashing my mental capacity alright? I've been in a coma for four years, I almost forgot my name, be happy you can remember growing up." Violet snapped, tears threatening to fall. She had been nothing but nice to everyone, and this is the thanks she gets?

(Play song)

The room became deadly silent, wide eyed glances being passed around throughout the classroom. The bell rang and everyone filed out quickly, except for Violet. She put her hands to her face and cried. A hand rested on her shoulder and she looked up. Mrs. Baletrom had sympathetic eyes, pushing Violet to ramble.

"I-I-I d-didn't mean t-to hurt h-her feelings but I-I-I'm just so t-tired of the h-hate. Why are p-people so mean? Don't they understand?" she stuttered, trying to breathe normally and calm down. But it just hurt too much.

Why do people have to put others down in order to be happy? Is it the sense of superiority? The feeling of power? I get it, you want to feel big even when you're small. But putting others down in order to get that feeling isn't right. Even if your life isn't the best, do you know if theirs is any better? Most likely not. People may be in the same boat as you. Assuming makes an ass out of you and me, so stop assuming and know the facts. Try to understand and know someone before you start going around and spreading lies and rumours. You wouldn't want rumours being spread about yourself so why would you spread them about someone else? We're more alike than you think.