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I never thought someone like Sasha would be word and emotion perfect like she was today. She just seemed too perfect to me, too good for that. Her steps came closer to the spot where I was standing before she finally came fully into view. If I thought she was broken and crying, that was a big underestimation. She had her composure together, head held high, as usual, only a small sign that she might have been crying. “Hey,” I attempted a greeting, throwing one of my best smiles.Her pupils dilated for a second, probably in disbelief. Then her eyes began to dance around my whole frame. She looked at my legs, waist, chest, stomach, hair, everywhere except my face. Her expression was disgust and disdain, with her mouth curved upwards. “You are trying to pat a snake with your bare feet?” she asked, still eyeing me with a face mirrored in disgust.I looked down to confirm what would have pissed her so much in my body. “Your face, I can’t look at it, it might pop up in my dreams and give
When the bully falls in love Chapter Thirteen
More than half of my life has been spent trying to prove that I'm also human. The other parts have been spent crying in locked spaces, weeping under basements, pretending to be okay, trying to fit in. Trying to convince the universe that I'm worth it only for it to throw sand and lemons back. I swear I love the world; I love my classmates, including Vince, Ryan, Sasha, and Edrin; I like them too much. But they don't love me back; Love is a strong word; they don't like me back. I like Maslow High school. The problem is that it doesn't like me back, never has. A part of me had always thought that if I walked alone if I moved on my own lane, did me such that all my failures were on me, no one would care, no one would notice me and my insecurities. The bullies would forget that I existed, perhaps find new victims or be saved if there is such a thing as saving. Being a lone soldier didn't make me invincible. It made me more visible. It was as if I was always walking with bright red light
When the bully falls in love Chapter Fourteen
Science class again. I couldn't be happier. I've always been fascinated by the numerous theories about plants and animals. The cool experiments. Except that my fascination and love for science never gave me a good grade. I've always loved science, but it didn't love me. One particular term, I spent more hours studying that subject every day, and I still came last. As soon as the science test was placed in front of me, all the knowledge I had gained during the term disappeared and returned to where it had come from. If there was anything that I feared more than earthquakes and caterpillars, it was the word pair up with a partner and work together. The famous phrases of the science teacher. His face always got evil when he was about to say it. Which teacher was too lazy to teach and paired up students daily to teach themselves.That wasn't all; he always paired up people who came from parallel universes. How the hell does someone decide to partner the brightest student with the dumbest
When the bully falls in love Chapter Fifteen
‘‘Currently, we have a volunteer and charity mission going on, and it requires the involvement of students. The problem is that no one has come forward to participate in the charity mission. Fighting is taken very seriously and can lead to suspension or even expulsion for those with bad records.’’I already knew what he was insinuating. Mr. Collins wasn’t serious. The charities offered by Maslow High were seriously outrageous. There was a time they made a group of volunteers help clean a museum out of a good heart. Other times, they took students to squalid and crime-infested neighborhoods to clean the environment.I didn’t have such a good heart; I wouldn’t do it even with half a good heart.‘‘Perez, we both know you aren’t in the good books, and Fiona, you aren’t better; please inform me if you like detention more or volunteer work.’’‘‘Excuse me, sir, I have sessions with the school counselor every day, and I can’t miss any. It’s an order from the school principal,’’ I explained rem
When the bully falls in love Chapter Sixteen
Life is a mirror. You smile at it; it smiles right back. You frown at it; it glares right back. So yeah, it's all about positivity. Isn't it weird how one positive thing in life can make a significant change? Right now, every news station would be filled with pictures of Perez, the arsonist who burnt the whole school to ashes, if it wasn't for Barbra. I would be trending all over, and I don't know if my papa would have been heartbroken or relieved. It's hard to tell when so many reactions are everywhere, and everyone keeps avoiding you. They laugh or make personal jokes on the first chance they get to interact with you. I swear I'm a killer; one day, I will murder someone in cold blood. It won't be the first time. All the mosquitoes and cereals I've killed can testify. So yeah. Everyone has the burning out point. It reaches a point where you can't take it anymore, and you snap into oblivion and do what you have always needed to do, what fate has always laid before you. "Fatrez, Fatr
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I took the stairs two at a time before getting into my room and shutting the door. The internet was full of stories of kids and teenagers addicted to their phones. I always wondered what they are addicted to. Was it candy crush saga or motor racing that made me sick? To be blatantly honest, my phone had been lying inside the drawers for almost a week untouched. Everything made me sick. The biggest torture my dad had given me was buying me the phone. The buzz and excitement on my face as I unwrapped it from the gift box was out of this world. Then the reality hit me: Who would I call or text. At first, it was Fiona, Paul, and then Fred, my deskmate. Then after a while, no one. The group chats were fun, only when anyone was willing to reply. It was during that time that it hit the harsh and brutal reality. I was lonely, unlovable, and miserable. The loneliest person in the world lived in a house full of people. Lonely in crowds, group works, and around people. It felt better when I w
When the bully falls in love Eighteen
Soft knocks on the door interrupted my short nap and absolute highness. I was about to roar at Sandra before my step mama pushed her head in. "Hey, I didn't mean to interrupt your sweet nap, but your daddy needs you downstairs," she gently requested before closing the door softly. Something was wrong; I knew it. After every happy or high moment in my life, a very pathetic, sad, or chaotic incident always followed. I thought the angels would prove me wrong this round. For one, there was nothing soft or gentle with my step mama when it came to dealing with me. She barely uttered nice words to me when we were together. It was always snagged remarks under her nose or sarcastic comments. After today with Sandra, it wasn't normal for her to be that nice. What games were the angels playing with me this round? Or was it fate and not the angels right now. It was already seven twenty and supper as always at seven-thirty; my nap was sweet. Taking one staircase at a time, I descended the stai
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May the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, the love of God, and the fellowship of the holy spirit be with us now and forever more. Amen.“Amen,’’ everyone else at the table repeated as we stopped holding hands. It had always been an unbreakable tradition to hold hands when praying before eating every day. And it always felt like torture to me. All of a sudden, they were friendly at night, thanking God so they could get it all done with and go back to being mean.The atmosphere at the table was tense as we looked at each other silently.If they gave me a chance, if they at least saw something in me, the world would too.If my stepmama, Sandra, and Papa gave me a chance, other people would too. But they wouldn’t. They would choose a stray cat or dog over me anyway, that, I was sure.Sandra sat on the opposite side of the table with a few bruises and was trying to look miserable to win public sympathy. On the other hand, I looked strong, healthy, huge, and awful, with two horrible extra fron
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