1 sucky week later
The text messages haven't stopped. I haven't told anyone. I got one Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, none on Saturday, 2 on Sunday, Monday, and today's Tuesday and I have to get one.
I'm on the bus right now. Since I don't think or talk to people on the bus I just press my forehead against the window and watch the houses pass.
I see people walking. I feel fully content without someone talking to me and breathing down my neck. I'm trying to be happy.
But....Mrs. Unknown wasn't helping.
She texted some people mean things.
Wednesday: were those boots from the trash can around back of the school today?
Thursday: there's gotta be something you can do to fix that hair...
Friday: you and mrs. Babs had the same outfit on today
Sunday #1: I miss ya! Not! No one does
Sunday #2: Are you gonna respond?! Or are you to chicken?
Monday: how's your dead dad?! The one you killed?!
When I look at the messages I see then get worse and worse the farther they go.
On Monday, yesterday, I did something I've never done before.
I really let the text get to me.
It churned in my stomach.
The fake ness of it all made me sick.
So, I responded
Who are you?
It was just a small question that I needed to know. I wanted to know who they were. She still hasn't responded yet.
Maybe she do sent have the guts, or maybe she just hasn't got onto her phone yet.
Either way, I don't care.
I know she got it.
And I know I stood up for myself a little bit replying.
After I said something the rude some good didn't even bug me that much.
I knew it wasn't true, so I felt better.
I grabbed my headphones from my back pack and my iPhone.
I had 5 more minutes including all the pick ups so I stuck my headphones in my ears and plugged them into my phone.
I went to the music app.
Hmm....I need a powerful song...
I clicked on the so inspiring Jessie J and looked at the songs I had from her.
I clicked on masterpiece, and let the music wash over me.
I still fall on my face sometimes
And I can't colour inside the lines
'Cause I'm perfectly incomplete
I'm still working on my masterpiece
And I, I wanna hang with the greats
Got a way to go, but it's worth the wait
No, you haven't seen the best of me
I'm still working on my masterpiece
I smiled as the bus stopped to a halt and remembered the words to make my day be a little bit easier.
I would remember these words for the rest of the day...
And maybe again...I could stand up to Miss. Unknown.
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Jessless chapter!! Sorry if was shorter than my others. It was just kinda a filed chapter showing about how the text messages are still coming and she more or less stood up to one. Thanks so much for reading!
I love my readers so much!
Stay strong and beautiful💓
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किशोर उपन्यासUnknown...the dreaded contact name. Lex is being hurt over and over with rude text messages that she can not block...A mean girl saying she should just go and kill herself. She wants to say something back. But she can't. Why can't they just stop...
