jeremy shada, a kind stranger

mom

I sat in the bathroom and cried, most people wouldnt recodnize me in a heart beat, but now I'll be known as the chic who yelled at the new kid. I sat in the stall for a while and considered staying there for the rest of the day but then a flashback shot through my mind....

             Flash back

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i came home from school, just 11 years old and stormed through the door i didnt want my mom to see me cry, i ran upstairs to my room and slammed the door. I  fell onto my pillow and bawled, creeeeaaak, my door slowly opened i jolted up and dried my eyes, but that didnt fool her. "whats wrong brownie (that was her nickname for me since my hair was so brown and i loved brownies) i didnt need to tell her, i didnt want to tell her, i started to cry again as she wrapped her arms around me and I cuddled in her warm lap, i could have stayed like that forever. Suddenly i burst out the words that were bottled up inside of me, i told her how embarrassed i was about me and my best friends fight we were all calm and we were arguing over some guy, and she told me that no guy would ever love me or my ugly face and everyone one laughed, then i ran home. She told me that  anytime I'm embarrassed I should never give up on myself, never doubt myself, and never forget who i really am. That day i lost my best friend and met Sydney, thats when we decided to lurk in the shadows to avoid the drama we couldnt in the past. It wasnt easy and it wasnt fun but we'd rather be invisible and content, then popular, and misreble

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           End of flashback

my mom died when i was only 12. We still don't know how she did but we told everyone else that it was of natural causes. But seriously no one dies of natural causes at age 38.

my moms advice never left my mind and heart so I opened the stall and walked through the empty halls for my next class, not knowing what might be ahead of me.