Introvert Handbook

Tears

Day 4:
IT IS WEDNESDAY!!!!
Today I have a new concept and a short story for you. It going to be a weird transition just stick with me! Tears, why do we have them and what do they do for us. So enjoy Tears!!

Concept of Tears:

Sadness is not complete without shedding a few tears.

The wet and bittersweet feeling of relieving yourself of tears is necessary for our poor souls to cope.

Through rough times.

Through heavy times.

Our tears spill down our cheeks to help assure us that things will get better.

A girl cries when she overwhelmed with emotions.

A boy cries in secret to hide the way he feels inside.

Adults cry when they feel they are failing.

Everyone gives into tears when the time is right.

Tears are they needed moisture of relief.

Do not be afraid to cry.

Short Story:
Tears:

I'm finally alone. Tears spill down my cheeks -- I don't feel myself shaking, but the mirror makes my tremors obvious. What happened? How did I ever deserve this? My label has suddenly changed from awkward silent girl to the silent slut. I am now the girl you don't know but my name sure does get around.
This seems backwards, I have never been touched by the opposite sex let alone I have never even been alone with one. Now everyone including Will thinks I'm the biggest slut there is.
It has been a good 10 minutes of purging tears into the disgusting high school sinks. Has no one even noticed that I am gone? Teachers? Friends? I get no texts and no support. What if they believe the rumors? Do they now think I am a slut?  All I know now is that I am alone, truly.
“Well look who showed up to class this afternoon," my math teacher jokes.
“I'm sorry I had some troubles at lunch and it took some time to even out, well recover." My answer is quiet but rushed. Not only was I using the bathroom to purge the tears, but I used the time to think. There sandwich to think about considering the incident that had occurred during this unholy Wednesday. In the midst of my tears I had roamed over numerous thoughts and stumbled upon a conclusion. I was appalled by my morbid brain and how it could have crossed pathes with such a abrupt thought as suicide. I mean how crazy would it be to think of death after one mistake. I'm sure a target will be chosen by the end of the month.
“Well, take a seat please sweetie. Will, can you please catch Miss Grace up on what she has missed." The mention of his name hurts me like a punch to the gut. Students around us whisper to one another and I can feel the hatred in every consonant being spat at each other.
“I'm sorry Mrs. Evans I don't think she needs any of the information that I have. She is pretty much caught up," his words hurt me the most. Out of all the people in the room I expected him to be the most mature about it since the rumors mentioned his name. Shouldn't he be feeling the same way as me? Am I over reacting or is he just not reacting at all? This Wednesday just keeps getting worse and worse. I just feel like drown in my own pool of tears.

Ok well how did you like it? Let me know in the comments and please vote and check out the other chapters from this week!!!! 2 more days of this writing spree. I really enjoyed doing this.  I am so glad to share all of my thoughts with you. Until tomorrow; Love you BYE!!!

~Pro-introvert