A person can never go through life waiting for happiness, you have to make your own, for there is nothing stronger and better like a good memory. “Your eyes make you beautiful, but your lips do more than that, you are a beautiful creation. One that took a few more hours to be made, I would say the creator had some free time to spare during that time,’’ he whispered the words in my ear in a slurry base, that was seductive and enticing. “Are you sure, are my eyes that beautiful,’’ I asked more confused than ever. We kept on having normal and sugar sweet conversations at the top of the stairs, the bully has a heart. I moved towards the room I was supposed to sleep in and he followed behind, helping me, making sure I didn’t fall. I pushed the door open and slid into bed before he pulled out the covers and made sure I was neatly tucked in. “You are such a good soul, what demons always take over you every day, what really happens?’’ I asked slowly as I felt sleep taking a toll on me.
The bell rang, and I stood up from my lonely, happy spot in the field to return to class. When I say I hate school, I mean Vince and his friends. They were my nightmares straight from hell. Because of them, I was already fancying the idea of running away from school and starting off in some lonely cottage in the middle of the forest. Well, speak of the devil. I noticed when it was too late. His foot on the pavement with his friends holding out cameras. As expected, I stumbled on his leg and fell face down with my stomach making me spill some milk from my tea break. "Look at that. I told you she drinks three cups of milk at the canteen every day, " Vince said as he burst into peals of laughter. " Well, Fatrez, it's a crime to eat like a mechanic, " another boy shouted from the crowd. My name is Perez, but the bullies call me Fatrez because I'm fat. They made sarcastic comments as I slowly got up and stared at them with flashed eyes. I let the first drop of tear fall before stoppi
I concentrated harder and harder until I was cross-eyed, completely focusing on the math in my book. The bell rang, and the Math teacher left, feeling played and disappointed, but still, I couldn't take my eyes off the book, so heaven existed. It was real. Angels were out here watching me. I knew it. Some salvation. The... My internal monologue was interrupted when someone waved his hand several times in front of me. It was Paul looking at me awkwardly with narrowed slits. He pulled the book in front of me and took it away, returning mine.I peered down at my book, at the unfinished sum, and closed my eyes, feeling weightless and meaningless. There were no miracles or angels, after all. Why did he do that? I scribbled the sum I had crammed from his work down and closed my book as a feeling of relief swept over my whole being. Once in my life, someone decided to help me. Somebody looked my way, even if it wasn't an angel. "I am just curious, how did that happen? Everyone knows yo
Don't dawdle or hurry. Just act natural, Keep your cool, and stay calm.People wore that demeanour when they were about to skip Science class and sneak out of school.The school was fenced with a proverbial brick wall, covered with spools of barbed wire, the kind that was certain to cut a person to ribbons if they tried to scale the barricade.What happened between Fiona and me was the calm before the storm. I wasn't stupid enough to wait for the volcano and storms to erupt.I finally reached the famous spot behind the school garden, where Vince and his friends had cut the fence and pulled a few bricks down from the wall.A silver of hope burrowed through my heart when I saw it open and noticed no one was looking. I looked behind one last time at the school building, the garden and the flowers. And my blood boiled silently at all the unhappy memories the Bullies had created in my life.I just wanted the whole school to undergo some down warping and sinking with everyone, starting with
" Welcome home, boss," my stepmother mocked as she opened my car door, expecting it to make my spirit sink a little.Without an iota of remorse, I stepped out, not bothering to close the passenger side.She rolled her eyes unbelievably, taking time to digest the events happening around her." What did you just do?" She asked while trembling, refusing to believe." You ungrateful brat!" She screamed.But as usual, I had blocked the world from getting to me. The only sounds were those inside my head. As I fantasized about breathing out dragon flames and exhaling one large fume to burn the house across the street, Vince's house.It stood there looking nice and beautiful with a dysfunctional heap of garbage he calls a family living inside.Inhaling a deep breath, I let out a large ugly howl and roar focusing it on the building.It didn't burn. It just stood there." It's an ugly house anyway," I muttered under my breath as I started moving." What, now you think your father's house is ugly
I splashed water on my face several times, but nothing changed. The girl in the mirror was someone I knew well, eyes twisted and bloodshot, completely lacking warmth, an ugly face, and a very fat body. Except she was now a redhead. I could not scrub my hair anymore without peeling off my skin. Whatever chemical that stupid drink was made of had dyed my hair red. Pain demanded to be felt, and that was what I was going to do. If I was hurting, I needed to see a scar, some blood, not just pain without evidence. Nervously, I took the scalpel I got from home science and pressed it on my wrist. I then added a little pressure. Just a little more, and the pain would go away; the pain would turn to pleasure. I made the first thin cut, and blood appeared in small dotted lines. Then more diagonal cuts. The blood came out artistically. Making my wrists look beautiful, like tiers in a railroad truck. For the first time, something in me was beautiful and uniquely artistic. As the small cuts be
As soon as Ryan sprinted out of class, the bell rang.The bell always signified the beginning of my misery because the bully would be waiting for me.Vince would haunt me down in all the corridors and wouldn't rest until my life was miserable.I gathered my books and half ran out of the classroom. Today if I was lucky enough, I would escape and go home without running into the bully.Laughter and snickering filled my ears as I hurried my pace. Everyone in Maslow high school knew that if they were having a bad day, all they needed to do was poke my nose or watch me walk so they could laugh. Not one laughter but multiple Snickers and jokes filled my ears as I walked past them.I didn't blame them for laughing. I was wearing a long flare skirt that went below my knees. My top was tight, barely covering my fat stomach, and I was sweating. To be honest, I looked like an old oversized grandmother living on a ranch.As I hurried my pace praying for my luck, I felt the fat under my arm shaki
This was the end of a normal day for me. The end of a normal day in Maslow High School.The end of one misery signified the beginning of another.As I walked home, a group of kids who were eight or nine followed me behind every day. And today was no exception.I just kept walking, without an atom of care, focussing ahead. Today was bad. Vince actually hit me today, a first. Every day, Vince threatened to hit me, and today he actually did it.Some sticky stuff hit my face, and I stopped to look at it.Bubble gum, chewed bubble gum.I looked to find the usual group of kids standing in front of me. Apparently, they were not too happy that I wasn't acknowledging them today." Who are you staring at?" I asked.They all roared with laughter and looked at each other." I told you she was funny?" A young boy whispered loudly.I squirmed my way through the wall of children, and they tugged and pulled my hair as I made my way.One of these days, I was going to go far away, without letting anyone