"You got a D?! What happened to my brilliant little daughter?", - was how I imagined my mom would react.
I was on the bus, coming back home from school. I just received my mathematics test scores today. Knowing my results, a scolding from my mom was sure to come.
My hands were shaking badly and my face was hot and sweaty.
I probably look like a sweaty tomato.
There were other students from my school on the bus. I sat at the back corner of the bus, not wanting to be noticed. I tried to hide my face, it felt like people were looking, but it's probably all in my mind.
I miss my old school…
It was so noisy, everyone was talking (are they talking about me?). I hate how it makes me feel so pathetic and lonely. I wish everyone would just shut up, but I was only so bold to say that in my head.
Anyways, I didn't have a right to complain since I don't want anyone to talk to me right now, or look at me, or interrogate me.
Basically, just mind your own business, please.
Right now, I just want to run away, go hide in my room alone and cry and scream and not have to think or worry about this.
About the fact that I got a D. The fact that I've never gotten a D before and that I'll have to tell my parents about this -and please don't look at me don't look at me- why is she staring?- ok she stopped.
My parents were already furious about my decreasing grades recently, getting more B's than A's when I would have gotten straight A's before. Because of this, I'm not allowed to use phones or other devices except tv for a year.
It made sense though, since I spent my time with those and sleeping instead of studying. Heh, at least they let me sleep.
I almost snorted, I held it in, people would look at me.
I used to get straight A's. I used to be the perfect little girl, who was the perfect daughter, perfect student, with perfect grades, perfect attitude and perfect achievements.
But who was I, besides her?
Did 'I' ever really exist? Did 'I' ever truly live?
Was I even there?
Was it ever me and not her?
Would anyone ever care about 'me'?
If I never exist. If only she does.
Maybe it's better that way.
Maybe I am that worthless.
Maybe no one would care.
My parents definitely wouldn't . In fact, they probably would rather it be that way.
Because right now, I'm a
Lazy,
Ungrateful,
Overdramatic,
Rebellious,
Teenager.
At least, according to what they said.
Imagine what I would hear now.
Back when I tried so hard to be 'perfect', the days felt like a fog. I would have a one-minded focus to study, do homework and follow orders; basically to make my parents and others proud.
I might have felt like how I'm feeling right now (though nowhere near as strong) but I would numb out by doing something like studying.
I guess throughout the years, the pressure and expectations built up, and it was too much at some point.
Now, I'm 14 and finally cracked.
It feels like my willpower, determination, focus and discipline just kind of… burned out.
I'm just so tired.
.
.
.
…but these could just be excuses.
In my country, my age was when we changed schools; from middle school to high school. So many others also went through this, but were still able to get good grades and make new friends.
And be happy.
"We're here", the bus driver's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
I realized I was clenching my fists. My eyes were wet, tears daring to spill out (they better not).
I just had to hold it in a bit longer; I really didn't want to be seen like this.
I stepped out of the bus. My house was near, I just had to walk a bit and cross some roads.
(On the way walking home)
What are you gonna say? Idiot. How could you let this happen? Lazy, stupid.
I want to cry so bad.
I probably needed to calm down, so I tried to until-
I heard footsteps behind me.
It's probably just a random passer-by…
Right?
I took a quick peek behind and-
It's that person- that girl who had stared at me in the bus.
Does she want to talk to me? I walked away pretty quickly from the bus stop so I wouldn't gather attention.
I started to pick up the pace and walk faster.
Please don't try to talk to me pleasepleasepleaseplease- not right now- I don't want your questions.
…They opened their mouth and shouted,
"Hey, wait- slow down!".
I sprinted as fast as I could; as fast as I would in a 100m sprint race, well, as fast as I could while carrying this heavy rock disguised as a bag.
NONONONO please dont- OH MY GOSH THEY'RE CHASING ME. Please, I'm begging you, I don't want to- OH MY GOD THEY'RE FAST. IS SHE STUPID? I CLEARLY DON'T WANT TO TALK TO HER.
I was panicking and couldn't think straight, she was FAST, so i kept running and running until-
A massive force hit me on my left.
Everything went black.
I stood in an unfamiliar room…
and I saw-
A tall white-haired man staring at me through the window?
What the-
I blinked, once, twice
I looked closer and…
Wait-
It's a mirror?!
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