Resilience

02| This is why I don't socialise

Gang soon turned into Mafia,

And now I'm allegedly a Mafia Princess...

This is also one of the best ones, so turns out I was some 'mafia princess' and I'm in this school undercover.

How come these people know about me so much more than I know about myself..

I was engulfed deep in thoughts, when my eyes looked out of the window of the school bus as it stopped at the next stop to pick up more students.

My attention was drawn to a group of three people laughing and talking, as they walked down the street. A girl, around six-years-old and two boys, most likely her brothers, who looked roughly my age.

The girl was walking in the centre, her tiny hands reaching up to grasp the fingers of the guys on either side of her. She appeared carefree and happy, as if nothing in the world could harm her at that moment.

That was something I longed for—

She looked so well protected and I envied her.

An unconscious smile grazed my lips as I saw one of the brothers quickly hoisting her up in his arms while running from the other who chased them, as the three of them laughed loudly.

I wish I had a brother.

Someone I could look up to, someone whose shoulder I could cry on, someone who made me feel safe.

But that little bubble of fantasy burst as the bus began moving, passing those three happy people who were still in their own jovial world.

As I caught sight of the old red brick building, an inadvertent sigh of despair escaped my lips.

Thoughts clouded my brain as I mused over how I didn't have any friends. It wasn't that I didn't want any, it was just that I wasn't allowed to talk to anybody.

When I first started at this school the other students attempted to befriend me. A lot of them were nice at first, but I just ignored them, and once they realised I wasn't going to answer or talk to them, that's when my bullying and teasing began.

I was jolted out of my reverie of thoughts, when the voice of the bus driver pierced my ears.

I looked around and realised that the bus had already come to a halt and everyone else had exited, leaving me the only one onboard.

After slowly rising up to my feet and swinging my bag on my good shoulder, I slowly made my way inside the school, not wanting to make notice of my obvious limping.

I pulled the hood of my hoodie over my head to avoid any attention on me. I carefully maneuverer my way through the dull beige hallways of my high school.

As I reached for my locker, I felt a presence behind me. I couldn't stop another sigh from leaving my mouth.

Ah here we go again—

"Hey Sizzlebella, wearing yesterday's clothes to school again. Where do you get your clothes from, 'Don't-wear-them.com'." She remarked and laughed at her own words.

I didn't bothered to turn around to respond to her, as I busied myself to open my locker.

Apparently, people don't get the hint...

"I fail to understand why you keep showing up, if I were you I'd lock myself up in my room rather than show up to school looking as hideous as you." Samantha Rogers, aka my biggest bully, who insists on calling her my friend, exclaimed as she and her two sidekicks laughed at the same joke she'd been telling for years.