All Alone

8

Picture above is how I imagine Jane's mom. Hope you like it :)

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When I was poor there was no one to help, when mom started getting herself overstressed because she couldn't meet up ...no one came, when I was bullied there was no knight in a shining armor to help me.

Mom struggled to get us out of that life, alone.

And now we are out, it looks like everything's back to normal like we have some fairytale that lived happily ever after.

Mom's struggles may be over but that does not mean mine is over.

I got through the bullies alone.

I mean sure they did not punch me or hit me but sometimes I wished it were punches instead of the cruel words they said to me.

It is not easy to belong.

Books made it feel like changing from an introvert to an extrovert was extremely easy. It just took a night of your bestie forcing you to wear an outfit that makes feel completely insecure and the center of attention and then packed your face with a lot of makeup that will make breathing seem hard then finally take you to a party full of drunk teenagers doing all sort of nonsense. And boom they are changed.

It does not work that way.

I don't have to change to make someone love me, if you don't love me for me then go find someone else to love because they are pretty 'n' fake.

***

I quickly took my seat in Math class.

Mr. Grumpy, was a natural at being...well...Grumpy. He hates when people come to class a second late and detention was really not so hard for him to say. Well Hart being the spoilt brat he was had like a billion ways to skip detention.

"You" Mr. Grumpy said pointing his finger at me

"Me??" I and Kaylie asked.

"The one with the brown hair"

You see Mr. grumpy had poor memory so could barely remember any students name.

"Gr- I mean sir we both have brown hair"

"The straight haired pale girl sitting beside the black girl. Yes you switch seats with Blondie"

I really would miss Kaylie she was like the best. I did not want anybody that would blast my ears-

"Hey" a very happy voice greeted which I supposed was my new seatmate . But her voice sounded familiar like the girl I met yesterday.

"Oh my God" I groaned in realization

"Nice to meet you too" she replied to my very welcoming attitude dryly

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

"To become school president or class president" She shrugged

"What does this have to do with me?"

And she started explaining, so intensely.

News flash:

I AM NOT A GOOD LISTENER so poor kid.

But something tells me Today's going to be a long day.

***

"And then he was all like aren't you too young to cook, and guess what?"

"What??" I guessed faking an 'I am so interested tell me more' tone

Since Math class the green eyed girl won't stop talking. Sadly she has all her classes with me and I got all my seatmates changed and her as my permanent seatmate.