One Year Ago
"And Life asked Death, "why do people love me, but hate you?" And Death responded with, 'because you are a beautiful lie, and I am a painful truth.'"
The class was silent; captivated by the teacher's words.
"How is death a 'painful truth?'" a voice sounded from the back of the classroom, breaking the spell everyone was under. The girls' fellow classmates groaned but the teacher remained professional.
"Would you care to explain your thoughts, Hayley?"
Hayley grimaced but sat up higher in her chair, taking the pen she was chewing out of her mouth. She stared squarely at the middle-aged woman teaching advanced English and pushed her glasses higher up her nose.
"What I mean is, is that death is portrayed as this horrible thing, but it really isn't. Death means getting away from all of this; it means no pain, no feelings. Death is literally the definition of freedom. It's quite beautiful actually," Hayley finished her small spiel, slouching back into her chair. It was silent for a moment while the teacher studied her, curiously. The penetrating eyes made Hayley uncomfortable and she looked away, only to find that all of her classmates were watching her. But these gazes weren't friendly. They were judgmental and menacing.
"That's an interesting input Hayley, however, nobody has any knowledge of what happens when you die, which is why it is feared," the teacher walked around the class. "Put your hand up if you're afraid of death." Almost every student complied and the teacher smiled patronizingly. "You see Hayley, everybody is afraid of death in some way or other."
"You're all fools if you fear death," Hayley spat. The teacher narrowed her eyes and Hayley knew she was about to step over a line, but she was too annoyed to care. "There are much worse things in this wretched world to fear, death is the least of your problems! You're all bloody idiots."
"Get out of my classroom," the teacher said calmly, pointing to the door.
"For what? Voicing my opinions?" Hayley shouted.
"For being disruptive and rude!"
She stood up violently and knocked over her chair. Everybody was watching with greedy eyes, taking in the drama, getting ready to gossip about it later. Hayley walked up to the door but before she could, she was stopped when somebody stuck out their leg. She went sprawling and laughter sounded all around the room.
"Freak!" someone shouted. Angry tears clouded her vision and she spun around to the person who had uttered the insult. It was James Patterson, the school's football player.
"Go to hell!" Hayley yelled before jumping on him. He only had time to yelp before her fists were pounding at his face. Hands grabbed at her arms and shoulders, forcing her to stop her assaults on the now bleeding boy.
"Hayley! Get a hold of yourself!" the teacher yelled, pulling her back.
"He called me a freak!" Hayley cried, tears now pouring down her face. James was on the floor groaning, holding an extremely bloody nose. Everyone was staring at her in shock.
"Harry, take James to sick bay," a small, brown haired boy helped James to his feet. "Hayley, come with me and everybody else... just stay here!"
The teacher led Hayley out of the classroom where she could breathe a sigh of relief. Her pounding heart relaxed to its normal, rhythmic thumping. She could hardly believe what had happened.
"Where are you taking me?" Hayley asked, worried now.
"The principal needs to hear about this," her teacher said sharply. Hayley decided not to argue for fear of getting into more trouble. They walked through the school's halls in silence, panic rising inside of Hayley as unknown questions made their appearance.
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