(A/N) I need feedback on this!! I need to know if I should hand this in for my short story for school, and also it is not yet finished but any comments or suggestions would be amazing! :)
“I just can’t take it anymore, It’s like it never stops…”
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Have you ever just felt completely alone? Like you just have nobody left who cares about you? That’s how young Kari Lowrith felt for what felt like forever, no matter where she turned there was always someone telling her about what was wrong with her.
Going to school was never an escape for her either; it only made her endure her nightmare longer. There was no way of getting around it, wherever she went in school there was always someone waiting there to taunt her and make her miserable. She tried to drown it out but the jeering swarmed through her head.
“You’re disgusting!”
“You’re a freak!”
“Why don’t you just do us all a favour and kill yourself?”
Each day as she went to school and faced the demons, inside AND out, she continually had a smile on her face so that nobody would suspect that inside her heart was being torn apart.
For weeks on end things were so bad that she went home every night and cried herself to sleep, she tried confiding in her best friend Halley but nothing seemed to ease her pain. Finally one day she realized she had to tell someone about this, she unburdened all this torture on her favourite teacher, Mrs. Feathersteer, and older lady who always kept her snow white hair tucked into a bun on the top of her head and reminded Kari very much of her grandmother. She told her that she was just spewing nonsense, that she had never seen anyone being rude to her.
This stunned Kari so much that she felt even more alone in this world. With the sudden feeling that she couldn’t even rely on her favourite teacher to keep her safe; her grades dropped drastically, she started skipping school, and she was caught multiple times hiding away in the classrooms at lunch so her tormentors couldn’t find her.
One day, a small, frail girl found Kari while trying to hide herself, caught her writing a note to someone. After talking for a while they found out that they were in almost the same situation. This petite, little girl’s name was Marilyn Bostwick and some of the same people were tantalizing her too.
“What were you writing, Kari?” Marilyn asked quietly.
“Oh, it’s nothing… Just a note I was writing to my mom.”
“Why were you writing a note to her? Is she sick?”
“No, it’s not her that’s sick, I am,” She added with a sigh.
“Could I read it? What’s wrong with you?”
“Sure, why not, and you’ll find out as you read this.”
Reluctantly Kari handed her crumpled, messy note to her newfound friend. As Marilyn’s eyes swept over the page a crystal tear slowly rolled down her porcelain cheek.
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Dear Mom,
