The morning mist and chimney smoke as the thick yellow ooze, crawling on the flesh of a mutilated corpse- I walk with a slow pace down the street, on my way to school. They say that some people are kind, generous and caring, But Some people are despicable, rude, greedy and reckless. She is Bertha peers. Bertha is moody, selfish and, downright evil. She possesses an innate charisma that draws people in, despite her darker tendencies. Since middle school, we have both shared the same hatred for one another. A hatred strong enough to start wars and end peace.
My days are full of nothing but emptiness-I yearn for affection, love and kindness. What I receive I give back. She made me like this, cold, heartless and crazy.
Each suffering day, a constant reminder that I will never be loved and I will never have anyone to love. I just couldn't take it anymore.
It all started on my first day of middle school. I was bragging on how much I Ioved going to school, learning new work and discovering new books to read. I remember we had a poem presentation and we were supposed to talk about ourselves.
I love my school, I love the work!
I love it more and more each day.
I love my teacher, he is the best!
I love the principle and all the rest.
I love my class and its location,
I hate to have to go on vacation.
I love furniture, drab and Gray
And piles of homework that grow each day.
school.
After I was done reciting my poem everyone laughed at me as the most adored girl made fun of me, and after that, she started bullying me every day with her group of friends.
One day I decided I had enough, so I tried to fight back but unfortunately for me, we were standing by the stairs -Bertha realised that I wanted to fight back, so she threw herself down the stairs. After that day not only bertha and her friends hated me but everyone at school. A tear falls down my cheek as I reminisce the painful days-It does not help that my residential area is surrounded by nothing but death.
My first day in high school, will I make new friends? Have a fresh start? This time I intend to fight back-I don't want to keep letting people step all over me, especially Bertha.
I am as nervous as a reck as I am walking into the history class. I could feel my heart racing -the feeling that everyone was staring at me was indeed true as I look around. Eyes everywhere, some filled with hate and some with pity.
In a rush, I decided to take a seat in a lovely chair made out of golfer wood.
small and delicate-featured. Pretty in a flawed, accessible way. If only her features matched her personality, Bertha was here and sitting right behind my empty seat. I prayed every day during the summer holiday-hoping she would not be attending the same high school, but then again nothing is ever certain.
I decided to just pretend as if nothing is wrong if I want to start fresh-I have to forgive my enemies transgressions. I am taking notes, but suddenly I feel my hair roughly yanked backwards with so much force, I landed on the floor. Laughter and giggles all around the room. I start to tear up as I realize the teacher has just turned a blind eye to the situation. How cruel -of course, he is not going to say anything, Bertha basically owns this town -her family is well off, so of course, the man will not intervene.
I hear snip sounds as im getting up, strands of my hair is slowly falling. That was my breaking point-i grab all my things and run out of the class.
Locked in that bathroom stall I contemplate suicide, I have had enough -why does it always have to be me? What did I ever do to that girl for her to hate me so much, it is not fair?
I reach in my bag to get the razors, this is it the end of the line for me, I got nothing else to live for. Just before the blade grazes my skin, I suddenly stopped-no why must I let her win, she has tormented me for years, I cannot let it end like this for me. The strong feed upon the weak. It's such an obligingly simple rule, except this time I will be strong.
To surpass monsters, you must be willing to abandon your humanity.
I decide to put on a beanie, sneak out of the school and go home.
Drunken, attention-seeking socialite and former would-be actress,Sarah Polser my mother struggles with the fact that her already-too-close-for-comfort son is gay, and so sets out to lure him back to the lady flesh in the most direct and dysfunctional manner possible. My father left his two kids 10 years ago, till this day we have not heard from him. My mother said she has moved on and it doesn't bother her anymore, but my older brother and I both know that is certainly not true.
My brother is 22 and he lives with us, he and my mother are constantly fighting from his sexuality to his career choices there is nothing they can agree on.
After twenty minutes of walking, I arrive at my humble abode, before I even enter the house I hear my mother screaming. I sigh as I try to prepare myself mentally for what is about to happen.
"Why the hell are you back so early Elena!" my mother shouts.
I take off my bennie to show her my hair
"Again!!"
I look down in shame as I slowly nod holding back tears.
"You know what Elana, you are weak just like your coward of a father," she says while walking away.
My brother Baron sighs as he comforts me with a hug. So much hate, everywhere.
"Baron"
"Yes dear sister"
"Why is there such perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?"
"to be honest with you, I don't know".
