On A Fabric Of His Human Body (#nomorescars)

"I guess this is part of growing up," She said as she woke up that morning. The day she dreaded was here. But she'd cried enough already. She was always strong, but she wasn't so sure about anything at the moment.

"Why can't things stay the way they were..?" She pondered to herself, "I'm tired and I'm not interested in doing this. This brings back too many memories than I care for. Haven't I been sad enough for the past two years? I'm no more than 13!"

As her flashbacks came to her, her chest tightened but tears couldn't come out.

"I guess I'll just go out and face life. Today is going to be the end of the world. But during my two years at this middle school, I've learned more than I really need to know. But I haven't quite learned enough."

"Why can't my parents be more supportive of me?" She looked at the ceiling, "if I have to leave, I won't... I can't promise anything, actually. I'll probably cry."

"What happens if I cry today...? I hope I won't... but maybe today will be okay.