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

" 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

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

I felt a hand tugging and pulling me as a voice I recognized kept talking to me. "Perez, Perez," it was Barbra again. "Oh, hey, I must have gotten dizzy," I replied as I pulled myself back to oblivion. The lesson was awful, as usual. After toying around for an eternity, the teacher moved to the worst part of the lesson. "We will be competing to reach the other end, in groups of nine people each to see your progress in all the lessons we have been having," she announced. "Fuck it," Barbra hissed next to me. But at least the swimming lesson was better than the French class. Here you could lazy around for a whole lesson as you pretended to listen or do the things the teacher said."Do you have a personal history with that teacher, because whatever she did there was pretty intense, I mean why would anyone go to all that length to defame and do all that to you?" I asked."Never mind, it's in the past now," I lied. I noticed heads around me turning to look at something. We followed su

My mama and papa used to express their love in special ways when we used to live together. They would scream out of love, father would break the coffee table out of love. Their love was special, it was another dimension of love that not many people understood. How could I pretend to be surprised when Edrin pushed my head on the locker yet i had been accustomed to that all my life. Vince was right, I’m a village soldier, I’m stronger than Bruce Lee and I can’t start giving up right now when I’ve come so far, when I’ve survived all the violence. All I wanted right now was to go to the edge of the world and scream at anything. The clouds, the horizon. It was the universe’ fault that I was so ugly. I was breaking inside and it was happening fast. I didn’t care about lunch break and all the food that was inside the cafeteria. The bullies could have it all, everything, my lunch, today I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of snatching my lunch, pouring water inside my food or anything. I