School hallway. The sounds of young teens. The familiar smell of cafeteria food entering my nostrils.
I can see faces filled with laughters.
I think I’m having a flashback back when I was in middle school.
“Hey! You’re only crying cause your parents didn’t teach you how to stand up for yourself!”
Amidst the massive cafeteria, I can see a younger version of myself. The younger version who I’ve come to despise so much.
While I bring laugher of amusement to others, I’m also over there making another life miserable.
My body cringes when I see myself grabbing a water bottle, pouring it all over the person who’s on their knees.
They’re covered in their own food.
“What? You crying now? Guys. Stop laughing. Little missy over here doesn’t like the attention.”
I hate this memory. I hate t
