Walking through these hallways, knowing everyone sees me as dirty, disgusting, pathetic, stupid, and ugly. These words run through my head on a daily basis. Why would they not? It doesn’t matter where I go people are judging me, undermining me, as though I don’t exist.
I continue through the halls, my hood pulled over my head, and my books close to my chest, trying hard to block out the laughter, the pointing, and the talking. It doesn’t work. I pick up my pace, walking out the front doors, leaving behind the bullying, and getting away from it. Knowing that there is only one question for me to answer when I get home, to be or not to be? But I know that, the words, the people, my destiny have already chosen for me, not to be.