Bullied

? I’m just avoiding you like

broken glass.

There are no winners when

The sky is cast. ?

BROKEN GLASS- SIAContent rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

It’s the third day after my injury. The day I had to get rid of this bandage.

I walked down the hallway to the nurse’s office and knocked twice on the wooden door.

“come in” I heard the tiny voice of miss Joanne say, and I gripped the handle to let myself in.

She was busy writing away records with her glasses hanging at the bridge of her nose. She sat at her tiny desk that was always cleared and neat except for the little stethoscope set that sat at the edge of the table that made contact with the wall.

“good morning miss Joanne” I greeted and she raised her head, before a lovely smile graced her lips.

Why is she so happy to see me this morning? Ain’t I like a burden or something?

“Iris, how have you been?” still smiling and her eyes inspecting me for more injuries. I’m sure she found none.

Because she can’t see the bloodied bruise on my back from yesterday when Hunter rubbed my bare back against his car that had been sitting under the sun for hours.

“I’m alive, what about you?” I answered and took a seat across her.

” Well good if I may say; have you been taking your drugs?”

“Yes ma’am, four days to go” and she laughed at the response.

” Counting I see, don’t worry, even as a nurse I still do that” and she finished her words with a wink.

She stood up and went to her shelf of drugs and brought out a pair of scissors, a little ball of cotton wool and a bottle I think contains alcohol.

” Have a seat on the bed will you?” she asked and I got up from the chair to do as she requested.

She approached me and used to scissors to cut off the bandage. After a few seconds of observing my head, she lifted the hair that cascaded over my left cheek and observed some more.

Dabbing and cleaning the spot with the alcohol drained cotton wool, she handed me a mirror to see my reflection.

I technically ran away from my mirror this morning because I was scared of seeing what I looked like, now here they are handing me a mirror.

I can never get away from somethings can I?

I collected it from her hand and took a look at my face. A slight string of sanity that held me together prevented me from screaming.

My eye bags had gotten worse than usual, I look like i just cried over my mascara and it rested below my eyes. My hair was as messy as a bush could look. My dried and chapped lips was nothing to write home about, I tried licking it to look more presentable and it slightly worked.

” The stitch is almost healed, avoid much pressure and you’re good” miss Joanne pulled me out of my thoughts.

Stitch? which stitch?

Then it hit me. I lifted the hair that covered my forehead minutely and saw it.

A stitch that ran somehow horizontally at the line of my hairs barrier. A scar.

I finally have a permanent scar from all my sorrows. I finally have something that will haunt me.

I dropped the mirror on the bed and got down.

“Take” she said, handing me a tube cream.” Rub this on the scar, it would help hasten healing and possibly clearing of the stitch”

I nodded, collected the ointment and walked straight out of the office.

Although my mind was occupied by the current stitch on my head, it couldn’t miss finding Hunter in the hallway.

I saw him talking to a girl a few feet away, so adaptively I turned to follow the other route.

It’s longer but it’s safer.

I’ve been avoiding him since yesterday afternoon because I still have this throbbing feeling in my back and another blow isn’t necessary.

I arrived at my locker but stopped when I noticed a redhead opening the locker next to mine.

This face is one I haven’t seen before.

After putting in her lock combo she turned to face me.

“Hi, I’m Meredith” and she waved.

I was awestruck. This girl is as pretty as an angel. Heart shaped face and hazel cat shaped eyes. A small but pointed nose. Plump lips that look so full tainted with a little pink lipstick.

I almost started doubting my taste in gender.

But here stands before her an ugly girl with a scar.

I waved back to her and tried opening my locker. Now I feel really shy because a beautiful girl is standing by my side. A way for people to compare and contrast.

“err- I’m new here and just uhm… wondering if you could help me around?” she added.

” You want me to help you?” my confusion in these few days has been beyond my limit.

Why me out of every single person in this hallway.

you’re her locker mate dummy.

Oh.

” Yeah, I don’t know where my next class is”

“uhm… well… err..” Am I stuttering? she’s a freaking girl!!

” What class do you have right now?” I finally said something.

” uh-” she started and brought out a piece of paper from her bag. “AP English”

That was the exact class I had too.

” It’s down the hallway, two turns left, second class” I described the way and returned my attention to my locker.

” Oh, well okay” she said, but she was still standing there.

I on the other hand brought out my Text for the class and shut my locker.

” Soo…” she started saying as soon as I turned around while she was balancing back and forth between the balls of her feet, “what class do you have now?”

I raised a brow at her. Was that why she waited? to ask me that??

“AP English too.” I kept a blunt expression to know where this is headed.

“Do you mind walking with me?”

And then I lost it. She’s not embarrassed to be seen with me??

” Me? you wanna be seen with me?”

“Yeah, if it’s okay with you I mean” and she shrugged.

It’s okay with me but not with the entire student body.

“You can’t walk with me”

” Why?” now she was the one looking confused.

“I… it’s… well…” how do I tell her I’m a sore loser without looking like a sore loser.

She tilted her head and waited for a response and the bell went off.

” Aren’t you gonna be embarrassed to be seen with me?” I finally said something I thought of and still sounded pathetic.

” Why should I?, you don’t look bad I mean” and she looked me from head to toe.

I also had to do a double take on what I was wearing to confirm if my black jeans and oversized pink rolling stones shirt had magically transformed into a hot summer gown.

When I saw no difference I opened up again.

” You’re pretty, you shouldn’t be seen with me, I’ll taint your image”

” I don’t care how you look, I like you the way you are”

I stared at her like she just spoke Dutch.

” Let’s go to class, shall we?” and she held my hand as we walked hand in hand to class.

We arrived into the class and everyone was already seated.

Including Hunter.

He took the seat in the middle of the class. I raised my head and looked at him but he was busy eye raping the redhead beside me.

” Let’s sit at the back” Meredith whispered in my ear and I noticed the last two empty seats at the back. On the same row as Hunter. She turned to me and nodded.

She started making her way to the back and I followed like a lost puppy, keeping my head down to the chair.

I’m almost there. Almost the-

Then I tripped.

I raised my head and held on to my glasses to avoid losing them but I felt a feet stepping on my left hand.

“aah!” I shouted and the feet pressed harder.

Seeing who was doing this was none other than Hunter I knew it was best to muffle the pain.

” Oh my goodness, Are you okay?” I saw Meredith make her way for me and Hunter’s feet left my hand.

“yeah, I’m good. I just slipped”

She nodded and helped me get up. We walked to our seat and sat as soon as the teacher came in.

So much for avoiding Hunter.