I can feel everyone staring at me. Their beady eyes baring into me. When the bus stops, I run off. My shoes are dragging against the cement and I'm holding my pillow tight. I was told to bring it by my psychiatrist in case I break down and cry again. I know it's embarassing to cry but it's the only thing that stops the pain from all the taunting, name calling, shoves, and the notes.
While I'm walking to my locker, I can hear all the sniggering and comments. " Why did she bring that pillow to school?" a blonde girl asked her friends. " Hey princess! Why did you bring a pillow to school? Smuggling drugs or something?" yelled a boy from my ELA class. I could feel myself go scarlet with embarassment.
Slowly, I drag my feet to the bathroom. I know I'll be safe in here. Hopefully...
"It's not going to make her cool if she brings a pillow. Like, who does she think she is?" Came a girls voice from the inside of the third stall. " I don't know why she even tries... all that eyeliner doesn't make her look good!" The toilet flushed. Out walked Heather. Her eyes narrowed." How much did you hear?" she asked
" N...Nothing! I swear! I just walked in!" I said. She didn't beleive me. I could tell. I knew what was coming. It had happened many times before. Heather's "friend" walked out of the other stall.
" That's right. You didn't hear anything.." She slowly walked towards me and grabbed my wrists. Heather was already behind me tugging at my hair. Before I knew it, the mirror was breaking under my head. The blood came before the pain. I was left quivering on the floor while Heather and her "friend" Bethany left laughing. What's so funny about a girl crying on the floor with blood coming out of her head? I don't get it!
I felt drowsiness coming over me. Sleeping during school? I could get in trouble....
When I awoke it was almost 3:30. Man! What a headache! I got up to go to my locker. I'm almost there when I look up. Jeremy, the cutest and most popular boy in school, is standing right in front of me. All the air in my chest blew out in a big gust. My heart is pounding so loud, I'm sure he can hear it.
" Hey, Alex...you weren't in any of my classes today. I thought you went home." he says.
" Yeah, uh... just kinda late... ha ha... came to get my homework.." I babbled. Jeremy was smiling at me.
"So do you want to come to the dance with me tonight?" I felt joy erupt my soul for the first time in two years.
" Yeah! Of course!'' I squeeled. He smiled his beautiful half smile and I could swear I was melting. Jeremy walked away. Everything inside me was bursting. I couldn't wait to get home.
My hair is curled. My make-up is done. I can feel my face shimmering with happiness and beauty. The blue dress that I'm wearing flows out around me like a satin river. I feel like Cinderella.
The doorbell rang downstairs.
" Come in!" I yelled. Slowly, I walked down my white swirling staircase. My eyes sparkled when I seen Jeremy at the bottom of the stairs holding a rose for me.
" Are you ready?" He asks. I shake my head yes. I can swear there's a rainbow behind me that says: Happy! I'm happy! I'm so very happy!
He takes my arm in his and we walk out to his mustang convertable. It's green. My favorite color.
" I've never seen this side of you. You're so beautiful!" Jeremy exclaimed. I blushed.
When we reached the dance, it took my breath away. It looked like the inside of an ice palace. There were streamers and balloons. To finish it all off, the tables and the stage sparkled. It was so beautiful.
" Woah... this looks amazing!" I cried.
" Just like you!" replied Jeremy. Once again, I blushed scarlet. " So do you want to dance?"
I shook my head yes. Jeremy took me in his arms and we started twirling around like "Barbie" on her balet studio twirler thing. How I know about that.. don't ask. I guess I watch a lot of T.V. Jeremy was looking at me hungrily and I thought he was going to kiss me. He slowly leaned down and whispered in my ear.
" What?" I pulled away just in time to see Heather smirking.
" What? Did you really think my boyfriend would go out with ugly, old you? Ha, ha! Nice touch with the rose Jeremy!"
I could feel fat, ugly tears rolling down my face. How could he? How could the guy I thought I loved do this?
Before I ran I could see a little girl in the corner looking at me sympathetically. She was about 14 I suspected. Running home was the worst feeling ever. Everyones eyes were watching me, and most of them were laughing too! I could feel myself breaking apart as I ran. There was nothing left of me but the sting of those words; gotcha.