Concrete Angel
Martina McBride
I woke up already knowing what I was going to wear to school. It was the same thing I wore everyday. It didn't matter though, no matter what I was wearing I would still be teased and stared at. It's my favorite dress anyway, maybe because it covers my bruises better then my other ones. I already know what everyone is going to say when get there, they'll of coarse make fun of my clothes and ask me what I fell into this time to get my new bruises. They think I am so clumsy. I can see it in my teachers eyes that she wants to talk to me about it, but I know she wont. Those are just not the kinds of things you ask people about. I can never pay attention during school, I am always off in another world, a world where I am the princess and I am loved by everyone, especially my mom. It's hard, sometimes I wonder why I was even born? To be teased? A punching bag for my mom to use? I just don't understand, but I know one day my life will be different and that's how I find happiness. I start getting scared when it comes to lunch time, not because I have no one to sit with but because I know I'll have to go home soon. You'd think that being teased and having no friends would be the worst part of my day, but actually it's being at home. I just hope she's in a good mood today. I'll take my time as I walk home, and think about what i'm going to tell the kids at school when they ask about my new bruises, maybe I'll tell them I fell off my bed, or ran into a wall when I wasn't looking. I'll think of something. As I walk in my front door I can already hear my mom screaming. I know that it'll be a bad today so I just run right up into my bedroom. As I run in the room I can see my neighbor looking out his window. He waves at me, and as I start to wave back at him I hear my mom screaming my name and I see the door fly open. I turn to look back at the boy, but he is gone, I just see his mother and when she sees me she closes the blinds. I feel defeated, and close my eyes, I lay there feeling the pain but my eyes wont open, I can hear my mom screaming my name, but not the way I am use to, instead of screaming in anger, she was in panic all I can hear is "Sarah..Sarah..Get up Sarah." I try but I can't. Her voice slowly drifts away until I can hear and feel nothing. All I can think is, "I'm going to a place where I'll be loved."
Martina McBride
I woke up already knowing what I was going to wear to school. It was the same thing I wore everyday. It didn't matter though, no matter what I was wearing I would still be teased and stared at. It's my favorite dress anyway, maybe because it covers my bruises better then my other ones. I already know what everyone is going to say when get there, they'll of coarse make fun of my clothes and ask me what I fell into this time to get my new bruises. They think I am so clumsy. I can see it in my teachers eyes that she wants to talk to me about it, but I know she wont. Those are just not the kinds of things you ask people about. I can never pay attention during school, I am always off in another world, a world where I am the princess and I am loved by everyone, especially my mom. It's hard, sometimes I wonder why I was even born? To be teased? A punching bag for my mom to use? I just don't understand, but I know one day my life will be different and that's how I find happiness. I start getting scared when it comes to lunch time, not because I have no one to sit with but because I know I'll have to go home soon. You'd think that being teased and having no friends would be the worst part of my day, but actually it's being at home. I just hope she's in a good mood today. I'll take my time as I walk home, and think about what i'm going to tell the kids at school when they ask about my new bruises, maybe I'll tell them I fell off my bed, or ran into a wall when I wasn't looking. I'll think of something. As I walk in my front door I can already hear my mom screaming. I know that it'll be a bad today so I just run right up into my bedroom. As I run in the room I can see my neighbor looking out his window. He waves at me, and as I start to wave back at him I hear my mom screaming my name and I see the door fly open. I turn to look back at the boy, but he is gone, I just see his mother and when she sees me she closes the blinds. I feel defeated, and close my eyes, I lay there feeling the pain but my eyes wont open, I can hear my mom screaming my name, but not the way I am use to, instead of screaming in anger, she was in panic all I can hear is "Sarah..Sarah..Get up Sarah." I try but I can't. Her voice slowly drifts away until I can hear and feel nothing. All I can think is, "I'm going to a place where I'll be loved."
