H A Z E L

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"Hazel, can you please come in front of the class and tell us about your thanksgiving break"

My teacher's eyes make contact with mine and i wonder if she can see the fear thats outlining them right now. I dont want to stand in front of the class and tell them about my stupid thanksgiving break. All i did was stay in my room, away from the food. Food overwhelmed me. And seeing a table covered in loads of food made me nauseous.

I put my hair behind my ears and walked towards the front of the class. I adjusted my black sweater and cleared my throat. I kept my eyes focused on my converse making sure not to make contact with anyone's eyes.

"I didn't really do much."

I stutter

"We all know what she didn't do.....eat"

A voice in the front of the class said. Everyone burst into an eruption of laughter. I wanted to roll up in a ball and be back in my bed. In the comfort of my covers and away from everyone's judging eyes.

"ELISA!"

Mrs.Lin's face was as red as my nail polish as she stared at Elisa angrily.

"It's okay Mrs.Lin"

I'm still looking down as I make my way towards the door. A tear slides down my eye. I don't like crying at all. Especially in front of people. I couldn't let them know how broken and weak I was. My confidence level is close to none. Matter fact my confidence might as well be hiding in a corner and whimpering like a hurt puppy.

I run down the hallway. I want to make it to the restroom before anyone notices my broken state.

"Woah"

A pair of hands clutch my shoulders stopping me from running into his chest. I keep my head down and look at his vans. Now that he has seen me crying I didn't want to look him in the face. I move out of his grasp and head to the restroom.

"Hey, are you....."

The rest of his sentence was muffled as I shut the restroom door. I leaned my back against the door and slid down. I let the tears I've been holding in, escape my eyes. This was the basic routine of my life here at school.

Get made fun of and die a little inside.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was hideous. I was fat. My brown cloudy eyes stare back at me and I let out a whimper. Nothing about me was beautiful. My black frizzy hair, my huge nose, and my pale skin. My sister was always tells me about how beautiful I was, but I knew she was lying. I'm nothing close to pretty.

I wiped my tears as I heard a knock on the door.

"occupied."

I try as much as possible to say this without the person knowing I was crying, but it didn't work. It came out as a little scared puppy that was abandoned and left out in the cold rain.

"Hey are you okay"

I recognized that voice. It was that guy i bumped into a while ago. I cant believe i let him see me cry like that.

"Hey please dont make me go into the girls restroom...there are people out here"

He whispers this and i cant help but chuckle.

"Im fine, please just go away now"

I wipe my tears and rinse my face with cold water. I made sure i didnt look like i was crying. Especially since i was going to Math next. That class was the worst part of my day. I sat next to a bunch of socially obsessed air heads.

I hear feet scurry away from the door and i let out a relieved breath.

I step out the restroom door and keep my head down. Even if my head was held six feet in the air no one would notice me. Im just too plain.