Just Another Day

I sigh, we were suppose to have an Anime Club meeting today but our teacher had to cancel it. I had even brought my Pikachu hat to wear to the meeting. I slipped the hat on, I was still going to wear it but now it was on the way home on the bus. As I walked down the hall to the door that led to the busses I heard people laugh, "That girls got a pikachu on her head, what a nerd!" But I didnt care. I liked being called a nerd... or thats what I told myself. Why couldnt all those people just keep thier mouths shut, I wasnt hurting anything by wearing my awesome hat. At least i wasnt scared to be myself.

I passed by Derek in the hallway, I heard him snicker as he pulled off my hat. "Give it back, please." I mumble as I reach for the hat. "Sure thang, Godzilla!" Derek laughed as he threw my hat accross the floor. He walked away laughing. I stood there in the hallway for a seccond, feeling numb. 'Just Ignore it.' i told myself but I felt a pain in my chest anyway. The pain that I have feels like someone stabbed me in my heart, I cant breathe.

Someone holds up my hat to me, ive never seen the guy before. I nodd and say thank you and take my hat. I dont put my hat back on though. It hurts to much. I get to the bus and take my usual seat in the very back of the bus. The bus drives off and I pull out my MP3 player. I put in my headphones and turn up the music, its my favorite song, 'Shooting Star' by Owl City. The bus pulls up to the elementry school and the little kids get on the bus. Logan comes back to my seat and sits with me. Logan is my friends little brother, some boys had been bullying him so he started to sit in my seat to get away from them.

He falls asleep quickly, and i keep listening to my music as I try to hold back tears, still hurting from Derek Remark. 'Godzilla' that was one of my famous nick names. Im fat and i know it. People dont have to keep reminding me. None of my friends ride my bus, i wished they did. I needed someone to talk to, to distract me from the pain. I soon notice that some of the kids are staring at Logan, he is dead asleep. One girl balls up a piece of paper and throws it at him. It hits him in the head but he doesnt notice. I pause my music. "Please dont throw stuff at him." I say staring at the girl who threw it.

"DONT TELL ME WHAT TO DO, FAT***!" She yells out at me. The kids around her laugh loudly as she smirks at me. I turn my head, dont cry, its just words, they dont know you, I tell myself in my head. I turn up my music until its hurting my ears. Its just words, let the music take over. "-so shine no matter where you are, brighter than a shooting star-" the music sings. I notice its time for Logan to get off the bus, so I gently shake him. "Wake up Logan, its time for you to get off." I say as I try to wake him up. "WHATS THE HOLD UP!?!" the bus driver yells. I shake Logan a little harder and he wakes up. He gathers his stuff and gets off the bus, as he's leaving the bus the same girl from earlier yells to me, "HE BIG GIRL,YOU KNOW YOU SUPPOSE TO WAKE HIM UP!!!" I push play on my MP3 player, the music pounding in my ears, im trying to drown out thier laughter, so I wont feel even more pain...but i know theyre laughing.

I try not to cry but the pains to great and  a tear rolls down my cheek. I can cry though, nobody will notice. Nobody ever does. I wipe my tears and slouch into the seat. Be happy Bree, God Loves you, I say to myself but I still feel the pain. Soon I stop crying and the pain numbs. And everything goes back to normal on the bus ride home. Its time for me to get off, so I stand up and get my stuff. I walk off the bus, my head hung low trying to hide my tear stained cheeks. My little sister gets off the bus with me. Once the bus leaves I smile and asked her how her day was. She starts blabbing on about how it was. So now Everythings normal, no one knows the pain I feel, and my friends dont know how many times they have saved my life just by being my freind.

But to all my friends out there, and the friends I havent met, Thank you. Thank you for listening to me and making me laugh. Thank you God for my life witch I love so much. I take a deep breathe as I write this and wipe away another tear. I feel better now that I've wrote this, thank you for reading, and thank you for living.