When she looks in the mirror she sees a plain Jane, dull eyes and stringy hair. She is unloved and brought down by the harsh criticism we all know as school. Its her purgatory, a hell on earth. She might as well have been invisible with how little her family acknowledges her. She only wishes she could be so invisible in school.
The propaganda fallowed her everywhere she went. The whispers of her disgrace filled the halls and her head torturing her at every waking moment. Nightmares corrupted her dreams making her toss and turn. She thought it to be unfair that she was being held at blame for someone elses actions that have ruined her. She was the victim, why couldn't anyone understand.
She was starting to believe their words, that it was all her fault. She was worthless and didn't deserve their kindness. She suffered alone, taking every hit and sneer in silence. She often wondered why. Why it happened to her, why the world was so cruel, why people felt the need to judge, to accuse, to be so quick to label someone. It confused her, she didn't understand and she never would.
Walking down the hall she tripped on someones foot she didn't see sticking out. Peals of laughter filled the corridor and tears gathered in her eyes. She reached for her scattered books and much to her and probably everyone's surprise a hand flashed out and picked them up for her. Peering up at the figure she saw his hand outstretched to help her up. It was the first sign of kindness anyone had shown her in months. Grasping his hand she looked at him in astonishment. Little did she know that she was looking at her soon to be best-friend, her salvation, her reason to continue on living in her personal hell. He was an angel sent to rescue her from herself and others. He would save her, she knew he would.
Okay so I put this up and there was a mistake so I deleted it but here it is again. I first wrote this as a forensics project and decided to post it, tell me if i should continue it.