Laughter and voices fill the room, smiling faces.
Ignore.
More laughter, gossip is passed around the classroom. The voices grow louder. Some louder than others, demanding attention. A group of guys stand "window shopping" as they watch the girls from the PE class, playing on the neaby tennis court.
Dumbasses.
I keep my eyes on the window, maybe if I stare hard enough something interesting will happen. Nothing interesting occcurs.
"Hey, hey look at that ass", one of the douchebags by the window comments on a wearing black leggings.
"That bigass pussy too", anwers he's friend.
What the hell? I wonder.
Ignore. My brain answers.
I place my earbuds back on, music by favorite Korean- Pop band, 2ne1 blasts through my ears. But I can still hear the voices.
Talk to someone!
But talking to someone means smilling at every ignorant shit said. Talking to someone means putting a pretty smile even when a dark shadow hangs over my heart. Besides, all these talks about fights and who is dating who are lame.
It doesn't matter, no one notices you. You would have to fight for their attention. Besides, they think you're a freak. The Monster Under my Head says.
"Shut up", I whisper, gripping the table.
"Are you okay Minzy?" The girl sitting next to me asks. "You look a bit spaced out." The question transports me off my train of thoughts.
Am I okay?
I hated this question. The minute you're not okay there's a problem. It's like you're supposed to be this happy person all the damn time, it's nauseating.
"I'm fine", I lie. But it seemed as though everyone could see through me. The charade was falling apart, shit.
Smile!
I give her weak smile. The same smile I had been giving every one since what happened almost a month ago. No one would understand. They don't care enough to look closely, I love that about them.
Sometimes, I forget that I'm not an entertainer. That my duty isn't to make everyone like me and put on pretty, fake smiles.
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Teen FictionHere's to everything hidden from the human eye. Here's to not being okay. Here's to death. Here's to friendships and enemies. Here's to being an angel and a complete bitch. Here's to being bipolar, and possibly depressed. Here's to being an outcast...
