May
The school hallway always seemed longer than it actually was. Under the fluorescent lights that whirred annoyingly, she walked with her eyes fixed on the ground, trying to make herself invisible inside her black clothes. For her, the Gothic style was a shield, a way to express what she couldn't say in words, but for others, it was just a target painted on her back. The abuse began early. As soon as he passed through the gates, the whispers rose in tone. "Here comes the aberration" , they said, without even lowering their voices. She kept herself distant, a lonely satellite orbiting a world of perfect uniforms and plastic laughter. In the closet, bullying became physical. Shoulders bumped into her on purpose, notebooks were torn from her hands and thrown to the floor, scattering drawings and thoughts that no one cared to understand. Once, in the cafeteria, isolation was his only company. She sat at the farthest table, but the silence never lasted.
About May
The school hallway always seemed longer than it actually was. Under the fluorescent lights that whirred annoyingly, she walked with her eyes fixed on the ground, trying to make herself invisible inside her black clothes. For her, the Gothic style was a shield, a way to express what she couldn't say in words, but for others, it was just a target ...Read more