The next few weeks at school went by great. I had never known school could be so much fun. It was so hard to believe, until one day...
I came to school and Aaron and Courtney were already talking. I was about to join the conversation, when I heard my name. I hid behind a wall and listened.
"You mean you actually like her?" Courtney asked. "I only hang around with her because I feel sorry for her."
"I think she's really nice."
"I can't believe you!"
And I couldn't believe what I just heard. I turned around and started running. I didn't even know where I was running to because I was being blinded by my tears. I was such a loser. I couldn't make a single friend. I didn't even know what I did wrong.
I stopped running so that I could rest. It felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. You'd think I'd be used to this by now. All the friends I had either moved or died. I guess it only made me weaker though. Everytime something like this happened, I lost a piece of myself, and I've still never found them back.
Someone driving by, stopped and asked if I was alright. When I said that I was, they questioned why I wasn't in school. I just told them I didn't feel good and that I was on my way home. Really, I never lied. I didn't feel good. I was at an all-time low.
Like I said, I never lied. I went home, and I stuck by the same story. Only my mom was a little more curious.
"What's wrong? What hurts?"
"My stomach."
"Does it just hurt, or does it feel like you're going to vomit?"
"It feels like someone punched me. I'm going to go lay down."
I guess you could say that I was taking a personal day. Yup, a day doing nothing always helps ease pain [cue sarcasm]. I just didn't think I could bear seeing Courtney again that day. Or even Aaron.
