Behind Those Glasses

There I was, In the stool crying.. Looking at my moms picture, She was so beautiful Her purple blouse and her pierce blue eyes and lovely smile curly brown hair.
My angel, My only child, My gift, My heart, My everything, My forever, Stay strong, I will forever be by your side, From whatever happens to you, You are mine, Just fine the right way to get better, Stay strong. Mommy Loves you xxx
-MomReading it over and over, Where were my mom to guide me. I miss her. Her touch her kisses even, I missed our little happy family.
I felt so weak and worthless. I ran my fingers across my moms picture and sniffed and then wiped mu eyes, I wasn't going to give up just yet... life is just getting started. I opened the stool door and looked at my face in the sink mirror and sighed. I put on my makeup to Cover any scars and bruises, I began to walk out the bathroom like nothing had happened.

“Hey,” My friend David had called for me when I left out the bathroom, He had been waiting for me I guess. “What's up, I seen what had happened back there. That dude was a total jerk.”

I nodded, “I know, But It is over now.”
I then headed to room 106, Biology, I was the last one in the class just because I had went to the bathroom and stayed in the a bit, I couldn't let anyone see me crying. I sat down in the back sit, not anyone I knew was in here, I never really associated with anyone really.

The teacher began to talk, I never really listened, Just sat there and wrote in my journal

Today so far, Not what I wanted it to be, I wanted it to be better than all the other days I been living through. Which have been a living hell, I couldn't imagine it getting even worse than this."And What is your name?" The teacher said with her hand on my journal.

I scooted my journal away and hid it. "Caitlin."

She nodded and walked away, I put up my notebook just so there would be no one to look at it or try to take it.

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When lunch came around I sat at a table by myself, I never ate at lunch. I looked over and seen the guy that pushed me to a locker he was staring dead at me. He had this curly hair with a beanie hat on his head, This black v neck shirt that was sort of tight on him were you could see his abs and black skinny jeans, He was leaning back in his chair, He attempted to throw a french fry at me but He didn't make it. I just looked away before he keeps on picking on me.

David and Hannah came and sat next to me, David began to fix his tie and grabbed out his lunch box.

"These lunches here are just full of fat and grease and I can't eat that." He said disgusted.

I looked at him and just kept quiet.

"You are just so picky, Dave." Hannah said picking up her cheeseburger and eating it.

"Pfft, Really Hannah, It will make you fat maybe you should try something less fattening. Like this Salad I have." He said pulling out his bowl of salad and showed her.

"Boring, But Cate." Hannah began and looked over at me. "Are you okay I heard what had happened earlier this morning."

"I am fine." I said with a small smile and began to eat my apple.

"Are you sure." David said entering the conversation.


I nodded and looked at that guy again. He wasn't looking at me at first and then he looked at me again and smirked, it wasn't a nice smirk either.

"Why is he just staring at you like some kind of creeper?" David said whispering to me.

I shrugged.

"If you got something to say bitch then say it to my face!" The guy said standing up and walking towards us.

"I have nothing to say." David said backing down.

"That is what I thought you stupid faggot." He said spat.

Everyone in the cafeteria were looking over they all had their phones out.

"He isn't a faggot." I murmured.

"What did you say you little piece of shit?" He said now looking at me.

"He isn't a faggot." I said even more clear.

"Oh bro, she calling you out." Someone scouted out at this guy.

He then pushed me while I was sitting in my chair onto the ground, Me and my chair fell over. All that came in thought was my dad, My dad would have done the same thing. Pushing me over if I back talked.

I was so fed up with this, I got up and then punched him in the face with all my force and anger. Everyone had a reaction to it and then all the teachers showed up and grabbed me and then the guy who started it all and walked us out.

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