I genuinely don't believe it was my fault, not any of it and as I'm writing this you might think it's a bad apology, yet I'm sorry to inform you that it's not, neither is it a cry for help. It's my side of the story, also known as the right side.
I didn't think this is how I would spend my last year at this school, tucked away in a room right next to the cleaners. I decide to bring my face from the yellow light of my computer and look at my phone, 10:56 it says on the display.
"Fucking bullshit" I mutter to myself. I can't stand this room! I can hear everything I do because if that goddamn echo, the teachers never check on me and it's always my responsibility to get my grades.
The display on my computer has gone dark and in the darkness I see my face, long blonde wavy messy hair, concealer that had bunched up in small lines under my chin and eye and finally, my outfit. A collared, long sleeve, white shirt finished up with i knot on the front and a pair of light blue jean shorts. I take a deep breath and check the time on my phone once again, 11:00 it tells me.
"It's time!" I think to myself.
I stand up, my thighs peeling of the seat as it's beginning of summer and the school doesn't have any form of air-conditioning.
"It's ok, you're safe don't worry" I tell myself in my head.
"It's just a walk to your locker and switch your books, nobody will see you" I tell myself once again in my head.
I open the door to my work room. It is completely quiet outside so I start walking towards the stairs. My yellow shoes sound like horse shoes against the floor.
"Please please please shut up" I think to myself walking up the stairs.
At the top of the stairs there's a boy by his locker, most definitely an eight grader.
"Fuck me" I think to myself. This gentleman has many times catcalled me while I walk past him, not insane things but hellos that sound too sexual and snickering when I wear something short.
"Hello girly" He laughs at me, his friend, sitting across from him giggles.
Honestly, I've already walked past him but I'm so fucking sick of him talking to me.
I raise my fist backwards and reveal my middle finger towards him.
"I'LL REMEMBER THAT' He yells back mockingly.
That day, I decide to walk home early.
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the conclusion
Short Story"I am not the government I am not the fucked up men I am not a part of anything that is hateful Love is seeping out my pores, I don't hold anger anymore Even for people who hurt and betray me" - Melanie Martinez
