Reflection

Chapter 3- Upon Deaf Ears

I walk in. There are students everywhere. The music class is quite small and compacted to a lot of other places in the school, but its still big enough for roughly 25 students to come in. Reigha wanders away to talk to some of our other friends, and since I don't really feel like talking at the moment I just stand in the middle of the class, thinking about my options. Then I see a face, one I know all too well coming towards me from a side. I don't want to be anywhere near them.

I turn and stay well out of their way. But I see someone else walking towards me casually. I see it in their eyes they have a plan, but I cannot figure it out. I move away from them as well. Then there's another person.. I turn.. And another.. and another.. and soon I'm surrounded in a little circle around me. There are no simple exits. I can either shove past, which will make a disturbance and people might start watching, or I can stay still and take what I know their going to give me. I don't really like attention, so you can guess my choice.

"what do you want?" I ask calmly. But inside I already know the answer. I wont spare you the details of that encounter, since I am having trouble it remembering myself. But as they spoke with their smiling faces, their cruel eyes, I look between them. There I see Reigha, watching me. We lock eyes, and I try to tell her everything I am feeling, silently ask for help when she looks away. She knows what their doing. She knows...

Class is over. I meet up with Reigha and Mercedes for lunch. Mercedes is also my best friend. I've known her and Reigha for 10 years, but back then it was only 8. Mercedes has shoulder length light brown hair, nice brown eyes with small little flecks of color in them, and a bright smile. We call her mouse, since she is short and squeaks every time she's surprised or embarrassed. Speaking of embarrassed, she also goes bright red. Its very funny and so Reigha and I tease her quite a bit, but we aren't over the top or mean about it. Anyways.. Back to lunch..

We sat down at a long table surrounded by chairs. This is where our friends and acquaintances usually sit, and we chat and trade snacks. Speaking of snacks, I open my lunch kit to find the food I packed last night.. A small orange and a cheesestick. As I look around I see everyone bringing out dozens of snacks, sandwiches, burritos, sugary sweets. As I pick up my orange, my stomach rumbles in protest, demanding that I fill it more. I sigh. there's nothing I can do except eat the meager snack I have prepared for myself.

After I have finished eating, my stomach seems almost hungrier. As if the taste of the food only made it want more. I don't blame it. But as I look down at my stomach, I know that in a month or so on this diet, I would be--

I would be used to it. yes.. those are the words. Then I wont feel hungry anymore. I excuse myself to go to the bathroom, and leave the table.