Unique is Different
She walks to school everyday worrying, making sure no one was approaching her to hurt her just like it always happened when she was there her first year of elementary. Emily only a 12 year old girl as a Freshman smart enough to skip a grade. She lives in the middle of Pierre the capital of South Dakota. Her first period class was Biology she had taken it last year but she didn’t feel confident so she asked for it again this year.Today at lunch everyone was watching her like she didn’t belong there. She looked for a spot but most of the lunch area was covered by Jocks, Drama queens, and teachers. I forgot to say Staff. She proceeded outside where there nobody. But unfortunately when the bell ran everyone came out pushing her to where she almost fell down the stairs. Most kids assumed since she was little she had to be doing good in school. Well they were correct she had straight a’s in every class cared nothing but about herself, grades, family and sports. She was never an attention seeker like the drama queens I mentioned earlier. The most primary or important thing to her was her older brother, she looked up to him. He was her role model. Sometimes her brother could be a complex person or someone hard to understand. But she loved him either way. He had a special formula. He told her when she reaches her teen age she should always keep her head up and he would always be there. He had good potential, also had good grades and wanted to become a marine. To make his process work he followed the method he told Emily. In response, he pursued his dream but not only that dream the dream to go to another world and see the all. Each and everyone on the other side.
She headed to Bio where she sat at the back of the class trying to avoid other students and of course their immaturity. During half her class their new asb president headed handing out everyone basketball try out flyers. The element of playing basketball struck her head. She had loved each and every sport she played so she knew she had to try out. With her great enthusiasm she headed to the office to initial the tryout form but first she had to grab a flyer so she could clarify when and where tryout where held. Knowing she had played many sports relevant to basketball she had to be good. Unfortunately their school had a tradition. Which was if you are a freshman, no game time unless short of players, juniors and seniors always starters and sophomores are mainly six man. This made her feel even more distinct. Which also meant no play time for her according to how many people signed the tryout sheet.
When school was over she headed home through the wood and an alley. She occured to stop near a group of cheerleaders and their boyfriends. She established they are the “cool kids.” She tried to walk away and interact in a nice way by just going straight home but a tall guy looked around 6’2 250 lbs blocked her giving her a big push enough to make her fall on the ground. She thought to herself “not again” getting wildly beaten and the cheerleaders watching she had the opportunity and ran home. Even though she could hardly walk she made it she ran upstairs trying to avoid her mom asking questions. She transferred schools because her brother had been getting beaten the same exact way, so her mom had a feeling it would happen to her as well. It did now. Her first day of school seemed alone and quiet but she had emails from everyone even her teachers. Unbelievably she couldn’t take anymore. The source of knowing that this would continue wasn’t right. She would differentiate from other which is what she expected but not wanted. She did not want to justify anything with anyone. She felt like her head was going to explode. With her laying down tears on her face, beaten up badly thinking about what to do. She wasn’t thinking right enough. She wasn’t thinking about the pain her mom would administer through. She was behaving in a conductive way. She never interacted with others this way. Compensating an apology from those who have hurt her in the past and now was not an option. In fact she had never been noticed to anyone in anyway before. In fact, she thought of something, something that would change at least someone’s life. She opened her drawer and grabbed it. She fell on the floor only seeing red flowing through her white carpet facing her laptop. Nothing but white she was what she saw. Her last words were. “NOW THEY WILL REMEMBER ME”
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