I had another day of school, again. The door of my home opened with a sound of shifting gears after I placed in the password. Everything was so quiet besides my dog running happily towards me. Its nails made light clicking across the floor. Slight echoes of it filled the room. I, the same, greeted my little puffy dog with a faint smile.
Heavy footsteps up the staircase I walked. Grades dropped a little bit, but I was fine. Makenna prank and injured me, but I'm still not seen with scars. Funny, intelligent, and kind were what I'm labeled, but forced to do so is what I felt. Life went on and on and on and...
Freaking bitches all over the school. Little pretty narcissistic but BRAINLESS! What can they do? Pout and show their little watering eyes towards boys? Well, that works. If nobody cared, my fist would be right on your faces. A raging fire was roaring inside me as my fists tightened. White and red covered my hands because of the strong grip.
Why do they have to do this? Makenna asked me for a pen, and I did since I THOUGHT she was my friend. But no, what did she do instead? Miss perfect who joined the volley ball team throws it like a volley ball. Ceci played along. Everything was fine, I can still hold it, after all it was just a pen. Makenna threw it towards me and hits my face. "Are you okay?" she asked. I said "fine" but she did it so many more times. One after another I tolerated. My face scratched with scars. Red tones near my eyes showed.
Truth is useless, the one who cries first wins. Like me though, they don't think I even deserve a true sorry.
I punched on the wall hard. Knuckles cracking. Posters and art works on the walls got ripped. I tore them down forcefully. I opened the door and went outside...
Why... am I in front of Makenna's house? It's already dusk. The water-colored painted sky with a stroke of red was above me. The sun glowed gently and led the ways. My hands felt sore and red. I have no idea why I'm here, so I just slowly walked back home.
"Where were you?" my mom asked in a panic. "It's already been 4 whole hours since school ended. Or did that thing happen again?" I nodded slightly.
A worried expression shows upon her. Down-bending eyebrows with eyes so scared they were hollow. I didn't know what to say or do. A blank box was where I was, or so I thought at least.
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