I woke up that morning

I woke up that morning feeling good.

“Today was going to go to be a great day,” is what I told myself.

I was so wrong.

At school everyone was avoiding me. I felt lonely that day. My heart was broken. The day I felt I was going to be  happy, I was lonely. Everyone was snappy with me, and it was hurting my soul.

I stood in the lunch line patiently waiting. My stomach growled again.

“Shh, we are almost there,” I whispered.

I saw Kimberly, a girl in my class, approaching me.

Her face red with what looked like anger. Her hand in a fist at her side. I was clutching my nose before I knew it.

“I hate you!”

Ignoring my growling stomach I ran

into a bathroom.

Kimberly was my best friend.

Well not anymore.

She hated me.

I cried.

My heart was broken. I did not understand why Kimberly was mad.

It was hard for me to think because of the pain in my face.

My nose was in pain. Deep in my stomach I felt my heart was being digested.

I wanted to go home. Being in my mother’s warm presence was what I wanted.

Not an ex- best friend that hated me.

During my last class of the day my mom came to pick me up. She and I drove home in silence.

It was strange not

talking,

laughing,

or arguing

with my mother in the car. I was worried about what my dad would think about me getting punched in the face.

I had to escape from all my emotional troubles. My head was spinning because of it.

I closed my eyes. The vibrations of the car rocking me to sleep.

The next day I asked her why she was mad at me. I got no response. She just kept walking away from me.

Was it something that I said?

Was it something that I did?

Did I do something the last time we had a sleep over?

I don’t know. I did not understand

why she was mad at me.

Why

was

she mad

at

me?