"He offered her the world. She said she had her own." Monique Duval
I tugged on the ends of my jacket as the cool, autumn winds blew my thoughts down the shadowy street. The street they illuminated with forever flickering lights. Last years' rumors hung low in the air. I could recall every word they shot me with.
Freak. Fat. Stupid. Ugly. Worthless. Pathetic.
No one else seemed to notice them, since they were busy starting new ones.
Was I ready for more of this torture?
Even if I wasn't, no one would care. I am that little crack in your window. A nuisance that you can either deal with your whole life, or replace in an instant, without giving it a second though.
See that sweet, innocent girl over there? Don't underestimate her. She knows how to make you regret every word you've ever spoken. She'll destroy you. She hates your guts.
I give the glamour girls one of my broken smiles. She chews right through it and spits it back in my face.
I don't know where I am, yet I know exactly where I'm at. I don't make much since, but you already guessed that. Am I right?
I am Brielle. A thirteen-year-old who dreams big.
You would think that I am a normal "typical" girl. I have "friends", get "average" grades, and plan on going to college someday.
But I'm not. I have secrets. I am practically a slave who gets walked all over everyday and is expected to deal with it my whole life. Another thing people don't know about me is that i'm an introvert who gets bullied, but in this life, I have no voice. If I tried to speak my mind, no one would be able to decipher the whispers. In this world, I'm just a faint sigh in a sea full of sirens.
I don't know if I'm ready for this. I have to do it anyway so we began our death march into Hell.
I probably have the stupidest homeroom in the world. Of course, everyone I knew last year has homeroom on the third floor.
I turn down one hall, then another in this endless labyrinth. I guess they made Technology class my homeroom this year.
No. I was wrong. I'm standing in front of art class.
The teacher is a bit taller than me with curly blonde hair falling just below her shoulders.
She looks young.
Great, they put me in the wrong class. The one with a barbie doll as a teacher. She's skinny too. I can see her thigh gap from here. I want one. I couldn't pay attention the entire class. All I'm staring at is her body. A body made of bones. not fat. She is the skeleton I long to be.
I have a schedule in my slightly trembling hands and the bell's ringing in my ears. I am motionless. Someone drags me out and into reality. If only they would of lt me dream for a little while longer.
"Uh...hi."
"Hey,"
Everything's wrong. Why is this person talking to me? No one talks to the broken girl. Don't get too close. I bet she's contagious.
Is there something this guy wants because this is awkward. He isn't talking.
"Um, well goodbye," I start to walk away.
He cuts the silent treatment.
"Wait no!Don't go!"
More silence.
"I...um, hi. My name's Jett."
I never thought a few silently spoken words could change so much. Let me tell you now. I fall for him. I fall deeply in love with a boy named Jett Weller.