I started getting tattoos when I was 15 as a way to numb the pain. With each tat there's a story behind it. Tattoos are a form of art.

Art that is way too long and surreal for anybody to understand. It's not like people want to understand anyway. They make that very obvious.

It's p.e and I'm sitting in the bleachers with my airpods in. I'm too drained to participate in what they have going on. I'd rather just sit here and soak in my thoughts.

"Aye lil girl why you not dressed out?" The p.e coach yelled at me. Coach Woods. A coach that I was never find of. Whenever he sees a group of people messing with me, instead of stopping it, he laughs with them.

I stared at him to see what he was gonna say.

"You don't hear me talking to you? I'll just give you a 0 for the day and that'll be the end of the story."

I didn't say anything back. Instead I just looked away.

"Stupid ass girl." He mumbled under his breath before walking away writing something on his clipboard.

I rolled my eyes and put my hoodie on.

For just a day I wish people can leave me alone.

Rod wave began to play in my ears making my whole body just feel relaxed. Rod wave really makes my pain that I feel fade away. If I ever had the chance to meet him, I'd be the happiest girl in the world.

Ion get along with my peers.
I'm at war with myself.
So FUCK you and errbody else.

I watched as everybody was either out walking on the gym floor or sitting in the bleachers talking and laughing with friends. All these people and I still feel like I'm the only one in this room. It must be nice when someone appreciates your existence. The most of the boys were playing basketball while some girls and boys included were up against the wall talking to each other.

As I was looking down watching everybody my eyes came locked on one person.

Guy specifically.

Tariq Williams.

The one who started all of this. Out of the blue too. It started with a stupid rumor. Saying I had sex with his brother and tried to have sex with him after.

It's so stupid and childish.

Ever since then, people just have been messing with me.

He made eye contact with me but I didn't break my stare. He doesn't intimidate me at all and I'm not gonna show any signs of that. "What bitch?!" He barked loudly, causing the whole gym to go silent. He was looking straight at me so people started to turn to me to see if I was the girl he was talking to.

"Turn yo' ugly ass around and look somewhere else." He said loudly again.

A few people started to laugh and whisper under their breath.

I picked up my bag and walked down the bleachers.

I didn't do anything to deserve the disrespect I get on a daily basis. I get enough of it during my family life, but now I have to deal with it at school.

I ran a hand through my hair. Something I tend to do when I'm stressed out. I'm surprised it hasn't fall out yet due to all the stress.

"Bitch you ugly as fuck!" A girl yelled from the bleachers when I was walking pass.

I personally don't think I'm ugly. But when you hear the same thing over and over again you start to think it's true. Which is what's happening to me. I put on a front acting like what these people say doesn't bother me, but it does. I just shrug and roll my eyes but deep down i'm crying inside.

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"Ms. Hart!" I heard a loud yet muffled voice call my name.

I slowly raised my head from my desk. All eyes were on me.

"Go to the board and solve the 2 step equation."

"Her dumb ass don't know how to do that shit just like us." The whole classed roared with laughter and I just kept a straight face. They think it's funny that they can't solve a simple 2 step algebra equation.

I went to the board and solved it with no complications and returned back to my seat.

Nobody laughing now. I thought to myself.

"Hm...good." Ms. Cole said. She thought I wasn't paying attention because I was sleep. The look on her face is so funny. She knows she looks dumb.

Minutes after minutes went by until finally the bell rang for us to go home. I grabbed my stuff and headed for the exit. I paid attention to nobody. My main objective was to get out of this place.

I began to look on my phone to choose the next song from my playlist.

I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder causing me to drop my phone from my hand. Then I was pushed to the ground and felt blows to the face. This was all happening too fast before I could even have time to fend for myself. I tried to fight back but by me getting caught off guard I wasn't able to get hits in.

People wanna sneak because they know if I get my hands on them they gon be depending on tubes and a wire to live.

A crowd was forming around us; the crowd was getting loud.

I still don't even know who this person is that's fighting me. I do know it's a girl though.

The girl was eventually pulled off me and everybody was recording me, putting their phones in my face, saying how I got beat up. Yelling Worldstar like that website is still relevant.

My blood was boiling. I was heated that I got snuck. A teacher came and helped me up. I looked around to see who all seen what went down. I spotted a Tariq laughing with his friends at me. "That bitch got beat the fuck up." His friend Will said.

"Wanna know what's crazy though? I ain't even know the bitch was gonna do it foreal. She must really wanted this $20." Tariq added.

Wow. So he paid someone to come and fight me. I shook my head and forced the tears to not come out from my face.

I pushed the teacher off of me and grabbed my now broken phone and bookbag and started walking out.

Why the am I hated so much?

It feels like the whole world is against my every move.

I just wanna be able to walk outside and feel safe.

Feel comfortable.

I wanna feel like myself again.

A/N: this chapter was to show you how Kyrah's school life is. It's tough ain't it?

I plan on getting very far with this story because I see it going somewhere. I have the whole vision for it. Also, Kyrah reminds me a lot like somebody whom I'm very close to. I hope you all enjoy this journey of me making this story come alive. Thank you for reading.

November 19, 2019