“It didn’t hit me until now. I stared at the computer screen for a few blank moments, scanning the page with tears welling up in my eyes, the stinging feeling and lump in my throat never to cease.
Why? Why must she hate me?
All I ever wanted was her acceptance. I wasn’t exactly sure as to why that was, but I was positive it was something that skimmed my mind in sparkly overly-fantasized dreams of friendship and sharing secrets in a crowded bedroom of your typical giggling fest of a sleepover.
The dream was simple and overused in many teenage girls minds. It would be that very day you attended that house party, your makeup making you look like a whole new being. As you step into the room, all eyes are on you. You stroll in with such grace that you glitter within the very scene.
Suddenly, Josh comes over to you, his eyes wide with shock from your dazzling beauty. He sweeps you up from your feet and gazes at you, holding you tight in his muscular arms, his long flipping hair stringing over his bright eyes.
I shook my head as I realized I was daydreaming again, even within the moment of despair. I dared to look at the screen once more, and with that, I shut the computer off with full force, kicking away from my chair and running to my room, the tears fleeing from my eyes down to my cheeks, slowly dampening the skin.
Jumping onto my bed, I let the weeping began.
Margaret is such a freak. I would doubt she’s even human, especially with that face.
I let this replay in my mind over and over, as I wished every second of listening to these words wanting to never exist, curling up into a small ball in the corner of my bed, holding onto my teddy bear.”
I looked up to the classroom and noticed a few saddened faces.
“And that my students is why you should never bully.”
