My Name is Rapunzel

My name is Rapunzel.

You may know me as the girl in a tower.

But, in truth, I am in no tower.

Although it sure feels like i’m in one.

I go to Pegasus High. Senior year.

The peak of my high school life. Or so it should’ve been.

This year will be the hardest.

What will it be this time?

Girls cutting off my hair?

Everyone acting like I don’t exist?

I might as well be stuck in a tower.

With this school as my prison and these people as my witches.

I’m tired of it all.

I don’t want a so-called prince to save me.

No.

I just want a friend that will always stay by my side.

At this point I doubt i’ll find that person.

And I doubt they’re looking for me.

One day my everyday life changed when a girl named Elizabeth transferred to my school.

She walked to my desk and looked at me.

I looked at her, puzzled, and said, “yes?”

She brushed her fingers gently through my hair.

Then, she smiled and said, “Can I sit next to you?”

I nodded and she took her seat next to mine.

Everyone was wide eyed at the new transfer student.

From that day forward Elizabeth was shunned by the students.

Just like me.

We grew to confide in each other about everything.

I was overjoyed that someone was talking to me.

Noticing me.

Then, everything changed when one of the witches said, “They’re like lesbians for each other.”

We overheard the witch’s comment and we both put our heads downward.

More witches joined the conversation.

“Look at them! They’re so pathetic.”

I thought to myself, “they’re noticing me.” But not in the way I wanted.

Elizabeth ran out of the classroom while the students laughed.

I sat there awaiting her return.

Seconds go by. Then minutes.

I went to go look for her in the bathroom, but she was not there.

She vanished.

Days go by and I still haven’t seen Elizabeth.

A week later my teacher tells the class that Elizabeth has transferred to a different school.

I immediately get up and head to the bathroom.

I can’t stop the tears from flowing.

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket.

The text is from Elizabeth.

I open it and all it says is, “I’m sorry. Goodbye.”

I close my phone and wipe my face.

As I head back to class I think to myself, “It was fun while it lasted.”