Kids Will Be Kids

I pray that no one wakes me up today.

The kids at school are gruesome. 

They pick on me and call me names as if my heritage were one to shame. 

It took me a bit to learn the language as good as they. 

Though my mother prepped us with English, it was never good enough for passing grades. 

Teachers re-enacting their glory days by covering for kids who bully and haze,

 I sigh in amazement. 

And for what the day's worth, I'll be glad if I can finish this paper without my anxiety creeping in on me. 

Running home to nobody because no one wants to hear my s**t.

I'm a "big girl" so I best put up with it and find a way to make things work. 

Daydreaming of a life with no stress, one where everyone accepts me.

Perhaps I'll find redemption in fame, but what if no one looks at me the same?

What if someone holds a mirror to my name only to uncover the powerlessness that pushed me to aim for such fortune. 

Or misfortune, because all in the public eye are often tortured by judgement's and jealousies and "That spot should be mine"

By 8pm, I try to close my eyelids but my mind is furiously wandering into dimensions I've tried to repress.

What if someone messes with me?

What if I retaliate and get suspended?

Or worse, what if no one defends me? 

Reviews

[Karen Redburn]

You've put the bullying issue out there in very few words. Great job! I would like to discover more about this character, and how she does in the future.

Here are a few minor typo's noticed while I read:

"That spot should be mine's" (mine)

By 8pm, I try to close my eyelids but my mind is furiously wondering (wandering) into dimensions I've tried to repress.

All in all, good job capturing the emotions and thoughts of the bullied. Cheers!