Shades of
Grey
Chapter
2
As I walked
out the doors from the food line, I swallowed back my tears and
threw
my lunch in a trash bin. The tray found its way in there too, and
I walked out of the
cafeteria keeping my head down as I ripped my hair out of the bun
letting it fall around my face. I never cried anywhere except my
room, I already knew what people
thought of me and I didn't need them thinking I was looking
for attention. I made sure
no one was in the halls and then I ran to the girls lavatory. The
bottoms of
my shoes slapped against the tile on the floor too loudly in the
odd silence and
I heard something in one of the stalls. I wiped my nose and threw
myself into the
nearest open stall anyway and sat down on the old plastic lid. I
let myself silently sob
for a minute, and it was the worst cry of my life. Crying is
terrible, it's worse when you have
to suffer in silence. I struggled to regain normal breathing and
wiped the little mascara
I applied, out from under my eyes. I didn't need a mirror to
know I looked like a fat,
ugly monster. In the silence though, I heard a noise from the
stall next to me. A girl was
crying and a horrible, wretching noise followed. The sound of
flushing swallowed that
noise and I heard a pair of feet scuffle to the floor. I watched,
completely forgetting recent events, as a pair of Coach shoes
walked out into the bathroom. The faucet turned on and a slurping
sound followed, and then the sound of something being spit back
into the sink.
I sat completely engrossed as the girl walked to the mirrors on
the walls which were in front of the stalls. From the crack in
the door, I saw the girl. I knew who she was.
Everyone knew who she was. Star of the soccer team, adoring
parents and a group of
friends whose pictures lit up facebook's boring newsfeed
whenever they appeared.
My hand flew to my mouth and I felt overdramatic. When she left
after fixing her hair and face, a surge of anger passed
through me.
She had no idea what it was like to suffer, why is she doing
this? She's perfect, she has everything. I
wish I could look like her. So many girls do.
I wiped my nose again, and looked down at myself. The body I
hated, the
clothes I used to hide it. The nails that were chewed down to the
bit, the arms that
beared scars from years of rejection. I stood up slowly from my
makeshift seat
and slid open the latch on the stall door cautiously. I knew she
was gone,
but there was still a presence here and I didn't want to
disturb it. This girl who had everything could lose it all. This
girl who made my life a hell was in the same position as
me.
First time
writing a story on here, let me know what you think girls. Should
I continue? (:
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TuckersGirl · 1 decade ago
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I LOVE IT! will u let me know when the next chapter is out?