Watashi No Hi (My Days)

Chapter 8.5: These Days

I'm in 6 grade now in middle school, my first day here went smoother than I thought. I was kinda late to class though so my home room teacher gave me quite the lecture.

As I sat door in my seat near the windows seeing the hallways, I realize all the students are staring at me funny. So what I do? Well I ask the girl next to me and she says...

"Oh it's because of your hair! It's so long and pretty."

It's not the first time hearing someone say those words but it makes me happy to be complimented.

"Oh hehe thank you really."

She smiles back at me and turns back around to talk

To her friends.

At this time I was still new and didn't have much friends. I was still kinda new to the word called friends.

As my school days went on I come across this dirty blonde hair guy who seems very scary.

He came up to me and asked to be his friends while saying it with a strange face.

It shocks me to hear someone actually wants to be my friend so I nodded constantly to say yes.

As time pasted he asked me out and so our days went on, but the girls seem to be acting differently around me now.

I was in bakery class, going to the oven to get my homemade cookies out but suddenly a blast of fire came rushing at my face.

I inhaled a lot of smoke, I was about to faint and was sent to the nurse after.

Then that day came, the day my nightmare came to life.

"You bitch! who do you think you are!?you and your fake ass hair."

"Haha yea some queen of the school? if you were thinking that your more worth being dead than alive ahahahahha!"

As the girls pushes me to a abandoned part of the school they kicked and cut me up. She grabbed my hair, with a pair of scissors in the other hand, then...

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they cut my long hair in half, it doesn't take me long to grow it long but I always have this feeling of hatred when ever someone i don't know touches my hair.

The other side of me that which I cage in me has broken out that day.

I take those pairs of scissors and I cut the girls clothes into pieces enough to make them suffer and to be embarrassed.

Soonly Hiro found out the reason why I have so many bandages on me.

So he came up with the subject of us breaking up.

I wasn't heart broken, I felt betrayed.

I wish I can erase these painful memory's from my messed up mind.