That’s just another thing that makes me weird.
The whole point of this assignment is to explain yourself to someone in the future, so I hope that everything I’ve said explains me to you. I’m sorry if it doesn’t.
I guess the one thing I hope for most is that whoever does end up reading this does the one thing that despite how badly I want to, I haven’t been able to do. I want acceptance, but not for me. I want people like me to be accepted. Sure, you might not get it and that’s okay, but do you really have to go out of your way to be mean when it’s so much easier to be nice?
I don’t want kids like me to be afraid of their own shadows anymore. I don’t want different to be such a horrible thing. I won’t ever be a cheerleader or go to Homecoming with the hottest guy in school (mainly because I’d just have an accident on the way there and ruin my dress), but I should be able to walk down the hall and not fear the names I hear every day. The way people sneer at me, or even plug their nose when I walk by.
The kids of the future, especially ones like me, deserve better than that. So if you’re reading this, instead of that sneer I know you wanna make at the person you don’t understand, why not try smiling instead?
I promise you, you’ll make their day.
Most days I hate the way I am and wish so badly that I was normal like the other girls. Sometimes I even feel like the world would be better off, not to mention my mom and brother, if I just ceased to exist at all, but as much as I think it, I never do anything about it.
Don’t make anyone feel that way. It’s not worth it.
Make that statement from earlier that I said, true. Make these the best years of your life and become a person you’re going to enjoy living with twenty years from now. Be the best person you can be.
I know you have it in you.
There’s only one thing I’m thinking when I finish reading Isabelle’s assignment. She doesn’t realize it, but she wrote this for me and I’m going to do exactly what she wants me to.
I’m going to make this the best year of her life and I know just where to start.
Belle
I want to go home.
I thought everything was over when Dillon walked away from my locker, but I was wrong. Not only wasn’t it over, but it was just getting started.
The entire time he was standing there, I’m pretty sure I didn’t breathe, so when he walked away I let out the biggest sigh of relief I’ve ever done in my life. I was shaken by the way he acted and the things he said, but I was more than ready to get outside and underneath the safety of my spot. At least I was until Amy, Charlotte and Eve blocked me the minute I rounded the corner.
I should have known then that I wasn’t going to make it outside, but maybe I’m as dumb as people say because I wasn’t ready for what came next at all.
Without so much as a word to me, only their cold eyes and evil smirks to go by, they grabbed me, Amy the worst as she had my hair tangled around her hands. Before I knew it, I was dragged into the girl’s washroom, and now I’m being slammed up against the wall.
Visions of what Eric must have endured the day before flash in my mind and before I know it, I feel the slap across my face and Amy directly in front of me as her friends hold my arms, pinning me in. I’m trapped. I can’t get free and even if I could, there’s no one in the school that I can run too. When I’m feeling alright, I can’t talk to most people. With the way I feel now, I’m not even sure I’ll ever talk again.
“Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing, huh? I saw you talking to Dillon earlier. I don’t know what you’ve done to Kayden, but you better keep your dirty hands off my man.”
She slaps me again and this time the minute the girls let me go, my body slumps to the floor from the impact. Any break I thought might come doesn’t materialize as I again feel her breath on my face, now down on her knees in front of me.
It’s only when she reaches into the pocket of her jacket, pulling out the cigarette, that I realize what’s about to happen. It’s never happened to me before, but I’ve heard about it. The entire school has. It’s the way that the girls do business. The guys on the football team haze kids using their fists, but the girls take it a step further. I just never thought I’d be on the receiving end of it.
The minute I hear the lighter flick, I flinch, which only causes the three of them to laugh and squeal in delight. I don’t see what’s so funny about any of this. Physically hurting someone is never funny. I might have a different sense of humor then most people, but I thought that would be universal. It’s wrong.