No one knows the truth about me. What people say is enough to doubt if I know who I am. It makes me think; who am I, am I really useless, and should I still be standing on planet Earth? It's hard to take myself serious when everyone is trying to bring me down, no not trying are bringing me down. I feel as if I'm up in the clouds surrounded by smoke and a bright light, and I'm alone, but what's new? I'm always alone.
Lunch time of Friday, I sat in a empty area in the corner of the cafeteria. As I had my PB&J, I overheard a girl saying my name. It sounded strange to hear someone call my name after my parents were killed in a car crash, so obviously I embarrassed myself as I responded, "Yes?" Everyone glanced as I yelled back my response. It was as if no one had ever heard my voice.
All of a sudden, Mary, the school's most popular girl came next to me.
With a bewildered grin Mary asked, "Is it true that even the principle called you a loser? I mean it probably is, but we were thinking that he probably doesn't even know you exist."
Instantaneously, everyone in the cafeteria started laughing at me, and calling me names that weren't true. I tried to cover my tears, but there's a point where I couldn't do it anymore. I quickly ran out of the cafeteria and into the bathroom.
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Short StoryBeing Bullied isn't fun especially to a point when you don't realize your self importance.