I walked into my first day of school on a cold, rainy morning. I was wearing a sweater, even though it was early fall, and much too warm for sweaters. I had to hide the bruises. My parents had fought again. I decided to attempt to break it up. It hadn't gone very well. I sneaked my way through the crowded hallways, praying I didn't bump into anyone and hit my bruises. Someone would notice if I winced. I reached my small locker and opened it. I was surprised to find a note in it. It read; "What's it like, to be all alone in the world?"
"The hell?" I muttered, crumbling up the paper and tossing it into my bag. I heard snickers from what sounded like a girl behind me. "What do you want?" I groaned, spinning around to face her. Alexandria. The only girl who knew about my parents. Who knew my pain, my troubles. Who WAS my best friend. But we grew apart. She became my tormentor. Bullied me, harassed me constantly.
"Hi, Alex."
"Hey fat-ass. How's your miserable life going?" She grabbed my arm and I winced in pain. She pulled up my sleeve.
"I see your parents are treating you well. Why do you stay with them? Why don't you go stay with one of your friends- Oh wait," her voice was laced with false sympathy,
" you don't have any friends. You're all alone." She pouted, and pretended to wipe a tear from her eye."Poor little Mandy, all alone in the world,"She smirked, her eyes filled with a venomous sparkle.She laughed, and her group of worshipers behind her did the same. She then walked away. At this point I was late to class. But I didn't care. I walked back down the now empty hallway. Went straight for the door, and went home. My mother was on the couch, watching TV. She payed me no mind as I slipped up the stairs, and into my small, dark room. I curled up on the floor (I didn't have a bed). I cried. And cried. And cried. I cried until I ran out of tears. I cried until I was just sitting in silence.All alone.Like I always was. I sat there for a long time, until I heard yelling downstairs. My parents were at it again.I got up, grabbed my purse, and my backpack, and walked calmly downstairs. Then I threw open the front door, slammed it behind me as hard as I could, and ran. I don't know how long I ran for.
