“It’s time to wake up!”
Is it already time to wake up? Oh,
it is. I quickly get dressed and head downstairs.
“Good morning,” I say to my parents
and grandparents.
“Shut up and hurry up. Eat your
breakfast and get out of here,” grandpop says.
Okay, okay. I quickly eat then try
to give everyone a kiss only for my grandma to put her hand up.
“There’s no time to waste. Get out,
get out!” she says.
“Alright. Love you all!” I say only
to have grunts as responses.
I’m not that late. What’s with
everyone today? Maybe they just really want me to not be late, so I rush to
school and get there with time to spare. School is as forgettable as always.
What isn’t forgettable is the cold looks that people give me as I pass them in
the hallways. It feels like they shoot me with an invisible laser from their
eyes that chills me. Thinking that my friends will give me some rest from this
crazy day, I go to them at lunchtime only for them to give me the same cold
look. It’s been hard trying to be near and talk to them all day, but I didn’t
think they were intentionally trying to stay away from me until they get up
from the table as soon as I sit down. Is there something wrong with me? Do I
smell? Do I look funny? Did I say something to get people aggravated at me?
Hopefully, this will change later
today since there’s a special event at the marketplace. Lots of stores have
sales and there are a lot of street performances to take advantage of the
gathering crowds. My friends, family, and I usually go for fun, however, no one
in my family wants to go. When I call and text my friends, they don’t pick up
or respond so I go by myself. The mood at the marketplace is soothing
especially after what I’ve been through today. To add to the oddities of today,
the mood of everyone changes when I’m in their area. They stare at me funny and
seem to murmur something harsh. They seem to go back to being happy only when I’m
a fair distance away from them. Am I cursed or something?
Surprisingly enough, I find my
friends at the marketplace with some new person who looks like me. As I get
closer, this person sounds almost exactly like me.
“Hey!” I call to them with a smile.
They look at me and smile back. At
least they don’t give me the same dirty look like last time.
“Who is that?” one says to another.
“We don’t know you.”
“Leave us alone, loser.”
Huh? They walk past me while
talking to each other.
“What kind of idiot calls out to
people like that?”
“Did you see how trashy that outfit
was?”
“And that’s not to mention how ugly
that face was.”
“Haha!”
What were they talking about? Why
were they so mean? They look back at me as they continue to laugh. People knock
me over into a dirty puddle on the street.
“Stop standing around, you idiot,”
they say as they keep walking before looking at me, “Haha! That’s what you get.”
My friends come back, and I think
they’re going to defend me. Instead, they laugh at me like everyone else. I can’t
stay here anymore. Everyone around me stops to look at laugh at me in my sorry
state as I leave the marketplace and head back home. This has to be a dream. No,
a nightmare. This can’t be real!
Going back home, I find the door
locked. I try to unlock it, but my keys don’t work for whatever reason. Looking
through the window, I can see that my parents are watching TV with my grandparents
so they should hear me trying to open the door.
“Hello! I’m home!” I say as I knock
on the door. Nothing. “Please, open the door! I…I got dirty and I need-”
“Get out of here!” I can hear from
inside the house, “We don’t know you!”
What?
“I’m-”
“We know who you are, and we don’t
care! Leave and never come back!”
They really mean it. Leaving the
house, I walk the streets only to be laughed at and mocked by everyone I pass
so I find a dark alley to rest in. Where do I go when everyone hates me? What
am I going to do? I feel so alone. Someone…please, help me…
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