Katherine

I can't believe it's only been one month.. it feels so much longer.
Rest In Peace Matthew, I love and miss you so much I can't even begin to describe it..
8/17/1996 - 1/12/2012
We'll never forget you.





 

I hate it when teachers say,

"You think its funny?"

Obviously.

That’s why I laughed.

hauntingly beautiful

“How was your sleep, darling?" my adoptive mother asked, settling a plate of pancakes in front of me.
I poked at the pancakes with my fork, watching as they deflated.
"Fine." I moodily grumbled.
My adoptive mother frowned, as she twisted her lips, turning to the sink to wash the dishes.
I gulped, feeling guilty.
I knew I shouldn't be so cold towards her, since she did get me out of the orphanage a year ago, but it was just a bad habit of mine.
She tried to enter her way into my life, but it was hard for me to accept and trust her.
I ate the pancakes silently, as the sweet liquid of the syrup drenched down my throat.
As soon as it was time to start heading to school, I rinsed off the dishes.
I started walking to school, as my old beaten up Converse shuffled on the cement.
I dreaded going to school, since I was, sterotypically, the school's outcast.
I was declared the schools outcast, just because I was so shy and quiet all the time.
"Loser coming through." the brunette witch snickered, as I walked by her.
I cringed, as I tried my best to ignore the giggles that filled the atmosphere.
I quietly staggered to my lockers, as I dialed my combinations lock.
I grabbed my books, as I placed them firmly in my hands.
I began to speed off to class, to avoid anymore confrontation from anyone who had a higher status than me at this school.
Just as I was about to head to class, a tall, masculine jock bumped his shoulder agaisnt mine.
My textbooks went flying, as they piled on the floor one by one.
"Oops, sorry." the jock sarcastically smirked.
I grunted silently, bending over to pick up the books.
As I looked back up, I noticed that one of the jocks had turned back to me.
His eyes stared at me with pity, as I narrowed my eyes away in disgust.
Being bullied was a daily routine for me, and I didn't need sudden sympathy.
Especially from one of them.
I entered class, as I dazed out the window, not paying any attention to what the teacher was saying.
I had already read ahead in the lesson, so listening was just going to be a waste for me.
My eyes became heavy, as my breathing grew slow.
My eyes suddenly shut, as I went off into a nap.
Immediately after closing my eyes, my father's bloodshot eyes appeared in my dark vision.
A shriek escaped my lips, as my eyes snapped open.
The classroom became silent, as everyone's eyes stared at me.
I face flustered as I stared down at my desk.
"What a freak." a rude boy snapped from the back of the class.
I sniffled, feeling my heart calm down slowly.
"Is there something wrong, Miss Monroe?" my teacher asked, raising an eyebrow.
I breathed in and out slowly. "May I go to the bathroom?"
My teacher briefly rolled his eyes. "Take the pass."
I scurried out of my seat, as I grabbed the pass, shooting out of the door.
I went in the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face.
The picture of my fathers angry eyes kept staring back at my reflection through the mirror.
I grasped the counter of the sink.
"Everything will be okay." I whispered to myself.
I stepped out of the bathroom, as I began heading back to class.
Just as I was about to make a turn at the corner, my head bumped into someone.
"Crap! Watch where you're going!" the jock that pitied me retorted.
I stared up at him with fearful eyes, brushing by him swiftly.
"Are you okay?" he suddenly asked.
I stopped in my tracks, not bothering to turn around.
When he figured that I wouldn't reply, he asked again. "I asked, are you okay?"
I turned back to him, almost scared.
I nodded.