Kyrah

My leg bounced up and down while I was anxiously waiting for the bell to ring. From the dirty stares, to the name calling, to the pointing and laughing, to the pushing.

Everyday it's the same thing.

I never did anything to anybody.

I don't know why everybody hates me so much.

The bell finally rang and I hurriedly packed my books back into my bag. The class was already out the door but before I could even step my foot out, Ms. Monroe, my teacher, stopped me.

"Wait a minute now Ms. Hart. We need to talk." She said as she erased her work off of the smartboard.

I already know what this is gonna be about.

"We can't do this another time?" I asked trying not to show how impatient I was being. Honestly though. She could've pulled me to the side during class. Why wait until the last minute?

"Sit."

I hesitated before huffing and sitting in one of the desks on the first row.

"So," I waited for her to go on.

"Do you know the grade that you have my this class?"

"No ma'am." I answered.

"I'm guessing it's not the best since you stopped me."

She sat down at her desk and folded her hands together.

Shit. I thought to myself. I can just tell by her facial expression that whatever she's about to say is not about to be good.

"33."

I tried my best to keep a poker face but that failed. I held my head low while letting a sigh release my body. That's embarrassing.

"Now Ms. Hart don't get me wrong you're a very smart lady. There's nothing wrong with you academically. It's just more on the attendance side." She explained to me. I sat there taking in all her words that she was telling me.

Saying that if I keep not coming to school I won't receive all of my credits I need to graduate. It's easy to tell a student to come to school without knowing their situation. They don't know the things I deal with on a daily at this place. Or life in general.

They don't even ask what the problem is. Just a straight "Keep missing my class and I will make sure you fail." But of course they don't say it like that. They say it much more in a smarter way. That doesn't mean that's not what they mean though.

"You need to get better Kyrah." She said in a soft voice.

"Can I please leave now?" I asked her. She looked at me for a moment before pointing her head in the direction of the door signaling that I can leave.

I understand she's trying to help me but at the same time I'm not trying to hear. She should put herself in my shoes so she can know why I miss school a lot.

I put my in my airpods and my hoodie over my head as I started walking home.

I know it hurts sometimes
But you'll get over it.
You'll find another life to live.
I swear that you'll get over it.
I know you're sad and tired
you got nothing left to give.
You'll find another life to live.
I know that you'll get over it.

I blocked the tears that were begging to fall from my eyes. Nobody knows my past or the things I dealt with.

They don't know what it's like to see your dad commit suicide right in front of you. Hearing the last words of your dad be "I'll love you forever jelly Bean." At only 9 years old.

They don't know what it's like to have a mom addicted to pills and drinking.

They don't know what it's like to have a brother who was stabbed to death while he was walking to the store to buy me a birthday gift. And that was just last year.

Mike was my best friend. I could tell him anything. Now he's gone. For nothing.

They don't know what it's like to have an older sister who blames you for the suicide of your dad.

They just don't know.

They make fun of me because we don't share the same struggles. What a world we live in.

A/n: so I was writing another story called Lessons but I gave up on the plot for that so I'm making this. Hope you enjoy.

November 17, 2019