Thanksgiving passed in a blur and the few days of break the school gave was over. I don’t know which one I preferred more, staying home with my parents, especially mother watching like a hawk, or coming to school and get beat up.
There is no assurance that the students would see me and not feel the need to hit me once or twice. They did it last week without hesitating who is to say they won’t do it now.
To avoid being pushed or shoved into lockers in the hallway, I came to school earlier than usual today. By 7:00 I was already sitting at the far of the class with my hoodie covering my entire face.
I wish I could go back to being invisible, that time when nobody knew what I looked underneath the bangs and hoodie or what my name was.
Even though I can no longer refer to the hair as ban
