By Neveah Hor438Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0USiqgVWYi
We were laying on our beds, thinking about what we should do for our second day of the playdate. Riley, my best friend yawned and whispered good night. Disappointed, I tried sleeping too, trying to get Sandra--the beast in my life out of my head. Every day, she wore a black tube, revealing her cleavage, she wore a black choker around her neck and she put a lot of mascara and makeup over her face. She had been a nightmare until Riley came to my side and let me see the light at the end of the tunnel...438Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ74CCaUJSby
"You lousy kid here," she walked towards me, her other friends in her clique towering over me. I was tired of the pain in life, tired of being made fun of, tired of living. Sniggering, she smirked. I was fat, I know that ok? And that was why I was always being picked on in middle school. Tears welled up in my eyes as I tried my best to hold them back. Fear tied a knot in my stomach as Sandra reached her hands out and strangled me right at my neck. My vision blurred a little. Just strangle me, end my life here. So that I don't need to suffer. Damn her, she did not do that. "Don't you dare answer questions in class I know, you little teacher's pet," she retorted. I wanted to retaliate--I just wanted to answer the questions I knew in class. However, her glare and her superiority made me shut up. I did not have the luxury to make choices. Smirking she kicked me by my shin as I grimaced in pain. Laying on the floor, I clutched onto my leg as she strode off with her clique. Pain overwhelmed me as I sat on the floor hopelessly. 438Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTB5Chf114D
"Hey, are you ok?" A voice emanated from behind me. Turning around, it was the new beautiful girl, the exchange student who was also in my class. Shocked, I swallowed the lump in my throat. Smiling, she reached her hand out and I took it as I struggled up. "Thanks," I managed, looking at the floor shyly. She brought me to the office to clean my wound.438Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFyTLPROOXw
"Hey, my name is Riley, you?"
"Aurelia,"
"Let's be friends," Riley beamed and smiled at me. Gratitude filled my heart as I forced a smile. She was so inclusive. She was risking her popularity to help me. Touched, I thanked her again profusely.
"That's what friends are for," she winked.
Every day, she would eat with me, and almost every day we spent our time together. We formed our own clique. We called it the 'inclusive clique'. From that name, you would sense a hint of irony but it was for people who were once like me. And the beast in my life who always tried to ruin my life seemed to be tamed. And I felt so ecstatic--I had friends who accepted who I was.
One day, Riley and I accompanied each other to the washroom. However, we heard cries of sorrow. Pressing our ears onto the door of the cubicle, we figured it was Sandra. "Why? I hate life. Why does everyone seem to support Aurelia, why??"
We bolted out of the toilet, forgetting about the purpose of why we were there.
I shifted in bed, frowning. Should we invite the tamed beast to be in our "Inclusive Clique"? Should we give the beast we tamed, a second chance?
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