AMELIA.
I woke up the next day like every normal morning. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling of my room for what felt like hours but was only a few minutes in the reality of it. It was another day to go to school again.
To endure the bullying and the hate comments I got from people and to see the face of the guy I loved but didn't love me back.
Then I slowly stood up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom; I checked the time on my bedside mirror. I would be late if I didn't start preparing for school now, and I didn't want that. I didn't want to be laughed at by the whole class when I walk into class late with my head bowed down in shame.
Being late meant going into a class with all eyes on me, a few snickers and snarls here and there along with some insults to make me
