(no subject)
She stands out in the packed, noisy classroom. It’s the end of the school year and spirits are high, yet she sits at her desk alone with her back hunched and her shoulders shrugged. Icy blue eyes dart about the floor, wide and unknowing, partially covered by the long bangs that constantly fall in her face; black lacquered nails dig into the already scarred skin on her arm. There are no tests today, no homework due. It’s simply a study hall the period before lunch, with every student periodically looking up at the clock, waiting for the bell to ring. She checks the clock only for freedom, knowing she won’t be eating anything as usual that day anyway. Her stomach can’t handle food anymore.
The sound of a phone ringing snaps her back into herself. It’s a cell phone, her cell phone, and she recognizes her best friend’s number on the screen before she answers.
“Amy,” she whispers into the phone, hiding it behind her hair so as to not have it confiscated. “What’s going on, shouldn’t you be in class?”
“I’m out Valerie.” Amy’s voice is shaking. “They found my journal and read it; they said I need help the school can’t provide me. I’m gone Valerie. They expelled me.” Silence, and the connection dies.
Tears creep up on her before she even knows what to feel. Everyone had seen it coming, but no one believed it.
Her desk nearly topples over as she jumps to her feet, sobbing and choking out Amy’s name between breaths. She runs past her classmates, past the teacher, past the crucifix on the wall by the door. No one could save her from herself now, not even God.
The lockers wait in the hallway to catch her fall, producing a crash just loud enough to attract the attention of every class in that hall, held at the sight of a crying girl. Kneeling on the floor, she pulls at her uniform skirt, the skirt that hid everything so well, her innocence, her emotion, her thinning frame.
A voice accompanied by a hand on her back tell her that she needs to get up, she needs to make it to the nurse’s office. Everything will be all right, but she needs to get out of the hall.
Rounding the corner, she sees his face. The one person she thought had cared, and the one person who ruined everything. Her eyes narrow as she throws her head back in a piercing scream.
They had finally won.
**Amy, I changed your name for the real thing.***
The sound of a phone ringing snaps her back into herself. It’s a cell phone, her cell phone, and she recognizes her best friend’s number on the screen before she answers.
“Amy,” she whispers into the phone, hiding it behind her hair so as to not have it confiscated. “What’s going on, shouldn’t you be in class?”
“I’m out Valerie.” Amy’s voice is shaking. “They found my journal and read it; they said I need help the school can’t provide me. I’m gone Valerie. They expelled me.” Silence, and the connection dies.
Tears creep up on her before she even knows what to feel. Everyone had seen it coming, but no one believed it.
Her desk nearly topples over as she jumps to her feet, sobbing and choking out Amy’s name between breaths. She runs past her classmates, past the teacher, past the crucifix on the wall by the door. No one could save her from herself now, not even God.
The lockers wait in the hallway to catch her fall, producing a crash just loud enough to attract the attention of every class in that hall, held at the sight of a crying girl. Kneeling on the floor, she pulls at her uniform skirt, the skirt that hid everything so well, her innocence, her emotion, her thinning frame.
A voice accompanied by a hand on her back tell her that she needs to get up, she needs to make it to the nurse’s office. Everything will be all right, but she needs to get out of the hall.
Rounding the corner, she sees his face. The one person she thought had cared, and the one person who ruined everything. Her eyes narrow as she throws her head back in a piercing scream.
They had finally won.
**Amy, I changed your name for the real thing.***