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When the bully falls in love Fifty one
‘‘Don’t look at me,’’ I cried.‘‘Why?’’‘‘Because I might cry,’’ I breathed.Nobody had ever done something so romantic and big to me, absolutely no one had ever done that Its okay, that is what gets to happen to you every day when you are in love with a poet.‘‘Can we sit?’’ he requested.I looked at him and smiled as I weighed my options should I sit with him or not.‘‘We will just sit, nothing else,’’ je affirmed.‘‘But why would you want to sit with me, why?’’It was only fair that I asked him the question again. No one ever minded me or looked my way, let alone request to sit with me or even write me nice poems, why would he do that for me.‘‘Because I want to,’’ he answered.‘‘That’s not enough, nobody ever sits with me or wants to have a conversation with me, at all. That’s why I am asking why you want to,’’ I inquired again.I hatred being charity cases, I hated being the object of sympathy.‘‘Because I want to, and because that’s reason enough, to me you are a pure, honest
When the bully falls in love Fifty Two
‘‘Will you come to prom with me?’’ The question caught me off guard and for a moment I stood their perplexed, I didn’t know what to do or how to even do it in the first place. How did people answer just questions? Did they cry first or just say yes straight away without thinking. Was he seriously asking me to go to prom with him? Prom was a big event; it was grand for everyone. You didn’t just show up with anyone at prom, you didn’t just walk into prom night with any cloth that was on top off your wardrobe, it was different. ‘‘Are you seriously asking me to come to prom with you?’’ I asked again refusing to believe it. There were hundreds of girls out there, many people that would say yes to him. Cage wasn’t ugly, any girl would fall in love easily with him. His perfect charms that began with his ease of words and pure vibes, his soft and deep laughter that run deep and finally his intoxicating black eyes. He was a package, that I had to admit, he could easily get a girl like Sasha
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
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