“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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