Bring me back to life

School's damagde

By now, we're in grade 3. Or, practically I am. We went to separated classes, and that's when I thought I would settle free. Not in any need of pretending to be wanted by someone. I decided to spend some time with some new girls in my class, I thought they were kinda cool. I was extremely happy to just be myself. Literally did I know I got trapped, forced to make them jelly sandwiches every single morning. To be left on the ground when we played games. Death threats, rumors were spreading. I couldn't even walk into the classroom without ending up behind the door I once again was. Not only did I get bullied, I had extremely bad math problems. Not because Im diagnosed, or a stupid child. Which in fact, were their way out of it. I just had a different way to go, but the teachers wasn't fascinated about their job of differences between kids. I remember walking home, not been able to walk inside because I had no key. Sitting in the garden and waiting for a soul to open the door. I thought it all was over as soon as I was protected in the arms of my parents. But as soon as night time fell over my exhausted body, the tears dropped again. The tops of my hair were wet, filled with watery drops. My eyes wasn't white and brown anymore, because people turned them to a sight of red and brown. A 9 years old, more unwanted and unsure about her existence than the 6 years old she once met.