Some people say that loneliness is when you are completely alone with nobody around, but I don’t believe that to be true; I think loneliness is when you’re in a room surrounded by all of the wrong people. If that really is the case, well I guess I’m lonely all of the time.

         Manhattan Village Academy - Home of the Silver Hawks, it’s a fairly small school consisting mainly of cheerleaders and football players. It’s a task to even wake up I the morning, getting out of bed is a struggle even. Walking into school makes me sick to my stomach. I can feel the judgment weighing down on me. I force my way through crowds of people to reach my locker, hoping to escape unharmed and unnoticed.

As I reach my locker, a group of cheerleaders has already begun to approach me. Kennedy, the head of the group, makes it to me first and gently takes a piece of my hair into her hand, the others are laughing behind her, but all I am trying to do is get my things and get to class, ignoring their mere existence. They weren’t going to allow that to happen; Emily and Jennifer come around to the other side of me, blocking both of my ways out. They slam my things from my hand onto the ground, while Kennedy picks up my journal and opens it to a random page.

I just need to get through the day, nothing else matters. One more year and I am out of this town, away from all of these people, away from my family; maybe life will get better, but maybe it won’t. Maybe I won’t even survive until then.

She read aloud, they all laughed as she did. She was messing with my hair again. “Awe, poor baby..” She said. She ripped the page out as I was attempting to reach for my journal.“If you want out of this town so bad why don’t you just kill yourself?” she added. I tried not to acknowledge her, I just picked my things up and tried to push through them, but they ended up pushing me instead, back into the lockers. They all laughed again. Kennedy whispered something in my ear that I couldn’t make out and they all walked away slowly, kicking my things and laughing to themselves as they go.

I slid down the lockers to the floor, crying into my hands, tears streaming down my hands. I’m completely alone, the hallway looks deserted compared to before. I have no clue what to do, I can’t seem to get my thoughts together in my head. I can’t think straight. The bell rang 20 minutes ago, I was already late, 10 more minutes wouldn’t matter, they probably haven’t even noticed yet.

Once I got all the tears out of my system, I picked my things up and slowly made my way to the restrooms. It was obvious I was crying, my eyes were bright red and swollen. I splashed some water onto my face to see if it would make a difference, of course it didn’t. The thought of going to class right now kills, but I have too, I have no choice.