animosity . charade . clue
Aug 18, 2020 17:28:05 GMT -5
Post by cass on Aug 18, 2020 17:28:05 GMT -5
It wasn’t supposed to be this hard, right?
Cleo Burns was making it that hard.
There was no end in sight when she was around. It seemed like she had made it her mission to push you over the edge. You found yourself trying to avoid her, but that was already challenging considering you’re in the same classes.
By the end of the first school day, you were already wary of what might come at you from around every corner. It was exhausting, trying to anticipate what she might do, trying to keep your mask in place every time she pushed at you. You wondered what her goal was? Was it to push back? Fight against her? You’re not sure, and you think that pushing back might just be a trap. It felt like just another reason for her to hurt you, giving her more ammo to use in her bullying.
You wouldn’t give it to her. So you’d stay on the same path, the one that had worked so well right until you’d fallen in her line of sight. You’re hoping that you can outlast her persistence, you’ve always been capable of holding yourself up no matter how many times they beat you down. They never see it that way, they simply see weak, easily defeated, lack of pride. But it’s more than that. They’ll never understand it.
Your locker is just ahead. A sigh of relief begins at the back of your throat, your fear dissolving as you see the escape just ahead of you. Only a few more moments now and you would be able to run outside where no one could reach you. You’re wrong. Foolish of you to think it would be that easy.
The shove comes from behind you, sending you into the front of your locker. Your teeth smack together, hands reaching forwards to stop yourself from falling. You’re too slow to stop your head from hitting the locker and you let out a grunt as pain explodes inside your skull. You manage to twist in time, before the next shove can hurt you further and, instead, your shoulder glances off the metal.
When you look up, you’re not surprised. It’s her again, standing before you with a smile made from poison and a contemptuous grin to match.
You really don’t like her. You wish she would just leave you alone.