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When the bully falls in love Fifty Three
The world is in constant motion and those who passed by at one point are going to come back their someday, to complete the journey full circle. That’s what Cage believed in, he believed he was going to see his sister someday. It was called hope, faith. Or like Emily Dickson described it. Hope is the thing without feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all. The kind of hope he had was dangerous. It was the kind that destroyed you and ate you alive inside. I knew how it felt like, it was a hopeless, desperate way to go, one that would always end in misery. I had wanted to tell him that that’s how I used to feel like when my mama went away. Some strong kind hope that she would be back and pick from where she left. Pick the broken pieces and fix them back together. It was positive hope at first, the first few years when I saved money and bought her a dress, she liked and new shoes from a nearby store. Then went ahead to draw many picture
When the bully falls in love Fifty four
I dropped my school bag on the floor of my bedroom and threw jumped into bed. My normal routine was to reach home, rush upstairs, throw myself into bed to take a serious nap before showering and going back to bed. School was awful, school was boring, I hated it al. But lately apart of me had been wanting to go back, because of one reason, Barbra. She made me want to wake up again and show up at school. So, I could accidentally come across her and say something stupid or just anything. When you run around the world and fail to find a place to fit in, you try harder, to find someone, or somewhere that rhymes with your demons. Somewhere where you feel worthy. They help to give your life meaning, purpose and make it brighter. When you finally find that person, you hold on to them. You hold on to them because you want them to stay forever. You hold on to them because you know how long it takes to find such a rare soul in the universe, a rare souk that values and appreciates you. I was s
When the bully falls in love Fifty Five
I took the stairs one at a time, held and adjusted my dress on the shoulder to prevent it from showing too much skin, or should I say fat. I was wearing a black dress, one of the most decent things I owned and held on to.I wore the same dress on every occasion, every family outing, picnic, and everywhere we went that wasn't school. No amount of therapy could make me wear another dress. At this point, everyone had stopped convincing me that there were other dresses outside here that could make me look better, beautiful, and more visually appealing or attractive.All my clothes were meant to help me blend in and not stand out. Black was one of my favorite colors; anything black or dark was my ideal color and piece of clothing. I felt like they hid me from the world, protected me from publicity, covered me like armor, and made me blend in.Some time back, about two years ago, Sandra's mama had bought both of us a pair of shoes. Sandra and I. It was a good move to establish a good friends
When the bully falls in love Fifty Six
I have always wanted shared conversations, shared interests, friendships, all of it. Interests that align and people who actually listen and want to be there. It wasn’t a bad night after all. I took the last step of my stair case and pushed my bedroom open, then threw my heavy weight on the duvets. The ceiling was white as always, but it felt different, felt different because I was radiating good vibes. I laid on my bed for a while, breathing in and out, calming my soul, teaching it how to live again. I moved my hands around the bed and felt something hard, my phone. Sometimes I usually forgot that I owned one, for almost a week or even more. As soon as I held it on my hand, my heartbeat quickened as I recalled my new friends. I had Cage and Barbra, two new friends who made me want to wake up every day and live, wake `up and try again. I unlocked the phone, and carefully opened the messaging app, then the watsap app, to see if at all they had missed me. No messages.
When the bully falls in love Fifty seven
Faults are always thick where love is thin. Yeah, where there is no love or almost none at all, there are many faults. Another morning, but this one would be different, it wouldn’t be like the others, first I would come to school earlier than usual to change the narrative. I had accepted a ride from my papa to drop me in school too. Something that I never did at all. Changing the narrative, finally flipping the tables. Hopefully the principal would be able to see that I was always being bullied from the multiple videos that had been posted online. There was no way I could post bad and awful photos of me, photos of me with a towel or running in the hallways looking scared and ready to die. There was no way I could take them either, it was just awful and unrealistic. Just incase it was needed I had a list of al the bullies. A list of about ten people written n a piece of paper. To make things easy, I would just produce it when needed. We arrived at the parking lot and papa stopped th
When the bully falls in love Fifty eight
I sat back shocked and surprised. How could he even attempt to laugh at whatever I was saying. The names weren’t funny, they were my nightmares, they were the factors that contributed to my terrible life. It wasn’t about the laughter, it was the fact that I had trusted him enough to open up, trusted him enough to tell him what I was going through, then after doing all that, he found the audacity to laugh in front of me. I was about to tell him how much people laughed at me every day, how bad the laughter and names and jokes people cracked over my name rang in my head, but that would not happen. He had betrayed my trust. ‘‘Why would you find the names or anything I said funny,’’ I asked innocently. ‘‘Uhm sorry, can we continue,’’ he uttered drifting back to seriousness. What kind of school was this, everyone was mischievous the teachers, students and now te principal himself. ‘‘Do you have anything to prove that the students you claim have been bullying you?’’ he asked. ‘‘Yes,’’ I
When the bully falls in love Fifty nine
I was late for class again, but this round with a note from the principal himself. I drugged my legs and feet along the hallway corridors, hoping the first lesson would be over soon. If my guess was right, it was math’s class. Whether I attended the class or not, it didn’t matter. One class wouldn’t change or improve my grade in any way. My ties and relationship with math had been cut off even before I was done. They had literally been cut off when I was still an infant inside the womb. No matter how hard I tried, nothing good ever came out of my math class, exams or exercise book. I reached the door as usual and it was indeed math. I pulled the door open and all the students seemed to be bored, the mood of the math teacher was also down in the dumps. That was very typical at Maslow High School, no one cared. The students didn’t care, the teacher didn’t care. The moment Mr. Thomas saw me, his mood lightened up abruptly as he stopped whatever he was doing and arranged the rulers and
When the bully falls in love Sixty
I closed my math exercise book and sat back angrily. What more was I supposed to do to rase my grades, nothing good ever came out of anything I did. The only time I proved useful was when I was breathing out carbon dioxide to be used by plants in the environment. I took out my planner that was halfway filled and was glad today was filled. It was science once again. As much as I loved science I freaked out at the mention of the subject and teacher because of one thing. His favorite phrase was group yourselves. Also, one of my worst nightmares. ‘‘Let us all head to the lab,’’ the teacher announced out of nowhere. I grunted in dismay as I packed my books slowly and waited for everyone to head out so I could do the same. It was better if I stayed behind and walked behind everyone else, that way no one would see me and make any jokes. I thought it was awesome plan until I arrived last and found everyone already grouped into their own tables. ‘‘Miss Shaley,’’ the Science teacher called
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