Good day once again! I meant to post this WAY earlier…my apologies for the lateness ;_;
Here we go with Sandy's story. More drama for everyone…!
It's not your fault, Pitch. It's okay. Even after all that he did to you, you're brave to face each day like this.
So you want to hear about me now? Sure. Though I don't think there's much to tell. I grew up in a suburb, my mom was single, and…she'd revealed that I was adopted. I kind of feel like that's when everything started going downhill.
"Well, baby, your birth mom made…a few mistakes with her life."
"No, of course not. When I tell you that she was just as kind, and sweet, and loving…"
"She knew that what she had was no good for you. That's why she checked on you so desperately when you were small."
Even though she was the reason for my voice being gone…my birth mom cared about me dearly. That's what mom always said. But I never stopped wondering, you know? How much of it she could really help. I wish I could remember her, but nowadays I can hardly picture her face.
School wasn't impossible for me, but it definitely wasn't the best of times. I kept my pace with everyone else, but couldn't answer questions or do much after school stuff.
"What the heck? It's not fair that he doesn't have to do one!"
"You can't do an oral report if you can't speak, dummy!"
"It's still not fair. I bet he's gonna get an A out of sympathy."
It really wasn't a big problem, but there were small things, you know? I got left out of a lot of decisions, and of course not many conversations. Hardly anyone bothered to talk to me much, other than passing greetings or questions about my condition. No one tried to be a jerk on purpose, but…I got a bit lonely.
Then I saw an opening for swim team manager. I thought, you know, maybe it'll work out as more than a job for résumé material.
"Ooh, he's adorable! Is he a freshman?"
"What, don't you know him? That's Sandy; he's in our grade!"
"Oh yeah, he's got that…what is it again? Is there a name for it?"
"Should we ask?"
"Something like that would make it hard to be a manager, wouldn't it?"
"Shush, he's coming over!"
That was when I met Thalia and a couple of her friends that go here now. They sort of flocked me for the first couple of weeks, but calmed down after that. Thalia stuck by me the most out of everyone in the whole school.
Second semester of 11th grade was when I started figuring myself out.
"Huh...? Oh, him? He's new here, just transferred."
"Whaaat? You wanna work with him instead of me? How could you, Sandy?!"
"Why don't you ask? You've been staring at him for a while now."
"So what did you call me down here for? Got some life-changing gossip? Hehe…"
"Wh- you like him THAT way?!"
See, I thought I had just liked girls until I met this guy. I'll just call him D. And I had been going out with a girl until November of that school year, so let's call her K.
"Ugh, what the hell? He's after a guy after what he did to you?"
"Can you believe this?"
"What was wrong with K, huh? I bet she was just your plaything the whole time."
"Hey, back off! Sandy didn't do anything wrong!"
"Shut up. He's fooling you with that stupid cutesy front."
K was…not very good to me. Remember when I was talking about people who just take all the time? I really felt like an arm trophy for her. Like, how sometimes people will use others to make themselves look so sweet and kind?
I thought I was doing something right, but it wasn't enough. And even though Thalia and D tried to defend me, they just got shot down for it.
"Don't listen to them, Sandy. I know it wasn't you."
"I can't believe I was ever friends with her. Don't worry, you're so much better than them."
"Don't let their petty lies get to you, Sandy!"
Three against five isn't the best of matches, especially when the five-group sticks so close together. K's friends hung on to every word she said against me. They just didn't try to be reasonable. So much could have been avoided.
I never understood why they were out to destroy me. Maybe their bitterness just grew with each passing encounter. Since no-one else really talked to me, other people were their source of info on my personality.
I'm sure you can imagine how that turned out.
"Are you seriously keeping up that innocent little face?"
"I just don't know…I don't think so, but…"
"Isn't he in eleventh grade? He looks like a baby."
"It is kind of weird, isn't it? He's probably faking."
"Hey, Sandy, do…you want to come back to the team? K's off so it won't be so bad…you were a really good manager. Coach wants you back, too."
D was getting so worn down from gossip and rumors. I never should have trusted him just for his looks, his initial actions. I thought he was kind, and I still do, but everyone else was too much the opposite.
"Yeah, I mean it. Sorry."
"No, that's not it, but…"
"Why don't you say something then?!"
"Are you seriously going to let them do this to you?"
"I can't be with someone like that."
It really hurt. Like a whole lot.
I made up my mind then. If this was where relationships got me, it wasn't worth it. I wasn't going to put myself out there for other people to use me and drag me through the mud afterward.
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So now I'm here. Sorry for the tears; it's gotten kind of hard to be so emotionless these past couple days.
Yeah, I'm okay. I think it's changing for the better, you know? A little bit.
(\(^3^)/) ~ 3
Please forgive me for falling off the face of the earth! I have had SO MUCH happen to me…life is kind of tough right now, but I did get accepted into college! Just hoping for some bigger scholarships ;_; I'm rich in friends and family, but money is quite scarce…
That aside, I hope everyone else's 2016 is going smoothly. Best wishes as we enter spring!