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Sometimes it feels like my whole life is a tragic story, a tragic sad story that people are watching in front of the televisions and theatres to have fun. For fan. Masking fan of my predicaments and everything about me.“Are you even listening,” Barbra cried.“Uh what was it, “ I attempted to make up for being absent minded the entire time she was in the middle of telling me a whole big story.“Nothing,” she replied obviously pissed off.Living inside my head was an art that I had mastered, an art I had perfected everyday of the year. I could be physically resent, but mentally absent. It was an art you adopted and perfected when you didn’t want to live anymore. When you didn’t acre, have stopped caring, have given up and are done with trying.“By the way, I meant to tell you,” She coughed.Tell me what? I asked pretending to be curious at whatever she wanted to tell me.I wasn’t used to people hanging around me the whole day, lest of all, people whispering above my shoulder the whole

I took my small bag and placed it on the spot in front of the mirror as I adjusted my towel around my waist being careful not to look at anyone. The washrooms were full of life and bussing as everyone tried to change clothes while making small talk and gossip. Slowly but still unsure I unwrapped my towel from around me and placed it on top if the changing table. Barbra had gone to the washroom and I began unbraiding my grey pigtails so they could dry up. It wasn’t a big job, there were only around four or five pigtails. After unbraiding them successfully, I tried towel drying before making a final decision to use the hand dryer. It had been my sport and fan since I was young. We would go to restaurant then I would stand under the drier as I let the warm and hot air pass through my hair. It wasn’t working and after a while I decided that I was to grown for this. I made a move to go back to the worktop in front of the mirror before something or rather someone roughly shoved me on the

That was close. Really close. Why did people really hate me so much. If it was one person, it would be understandable, the best and most decent explanation would be, she has an attitude. But to have a group of people who all hate you was something else, something out of this world. I couldn’t really remember how it all began. All I remember is that one day I woke up and realized that almost everyone in Maslow High School hated me. It had built up slowly, like a process that was sure, it didn’t come slowly. If perhaps I gave out handouts and surveys, for people to fill and say why they hate Perez so much. I slowed down my pace and heaved in and out. What were they girls in the toilet aiming at. Did they want to beat me up or had a better plan. Either way, I was in big trouble, I was halfway dead, a walking corpse. Going to the principal’s office with such claims, that I had touched a girl would tarnish my reputation forever. My reputation not just in school, but also at home. The re

The bully made one more step forward and I took another one back. I had always known that I would die, but never in my life did I think that it would be so abrupt, so fast, that the moment would come looming in front of my eyes, before I was finally gone. The bully stopped moving and his chest began moving up and down in angry breaths whatever it was. ‘‘Do you need an inhaler?’’ I offered worried, I didn’t hate him, I didn’t want him die. Edric and Ryan were all there beside him, watching everything in amusement. Why did he always have body guards around him, the bully never walked alone, he moved with a pack and anyone who needed to move with a pack was weak, the bully was weak, he couldn’t stand on his own. After I finished my statement, he held his chest with one hand and pretended to be hurting because of my words. ‘‘I have always suspected that you are mad, totally crazy, but this right here is outrageous,’’ he added again. Exactly, if I am crazy shouldn’t you be out there

‘’I was planning to travel and explore other parts of the world, but you know we can’t go with Barbra, because of school, she has to stay to make her grades perfect and she …’’‘‘ Mumuuum,’’ Barbra interrupted as she uttered her name while extending the syllables.‘‘What is wrong, we are just getting to know each other,’’ her mother argued before she decided to keep on.‘‘But I don’t want to leave her behind, because she is an only child who is scared of being lonely,’’ she laughed the last part and I laughed too.Why was she joking with serious facts, how can someone even be scared of being lonely, was she even realistic. Loneliness was a very serious allegation, one that should never be placed on anyone, I didn’t like the way she said it but choose to keep quiet.‘‘Oh that sounds funny, ‘ I commented, ‘‘ Do people really get lonely when they are the only child?’’ I asked again.I wanted to find out more, do some research on whether it could help to improve my situation or not, becau