Something You Want to Forget About
Mistreated
A dirty blonde girl Ameina recognized from PE class walked up to her with her head held high, with two more girls behind her. Ameina felt intimidated. She had no idea what is going to happen.
“Isn’t this the fat out-of-style girl from PE earlier today?” a brunette asked. The girl next to her with ginger hair nodded.
“Her clothes are total crap,” the blonde remarked. The girls behind her laughed. “I know, right? Like, nobody wears overalls anymore.”
Ameina felt like crying, but she didn’t want to be called a crybaby. So she just sighed, ignoring the three girls.
After they were cracking up, the blonde nudged the brunette and whispered something to her ear. She nodded and opened the purse she was carrying.
She took out a bottle with a red substance in it. A strawberry slushie? Ameina thought, don’t tell me…
The brunette handed the bottle to the blonde. She did an evil menial laugh, unscrewed the bottle cap and aimed at Ameina’s face before throwing the bottle, letting the slushie spill all over her face and shirt.
The three girls laughed, pushing Ameina to the ground and beating her up with her own backpack.
After dropping the backpack beside Ameina’s arm, the three girls left, leaving Ameina crying, remains of strawberry slushie on her face.
Upset, she furiously got up, planning to confront them, but then she sighed, already knowing that she’d still get picked on again. Crying, Ameina ran to her car, shut the door, and went home.
Ameina tossed her backpack angrily on her bed and hit her pillow.
After furiously hitting it several times, Ameina got tired, sighed, and let her head rest on her pillow. I want to try. I have to. I don’t want to be treated this way anymore.
After thinking a lot, she eventually drifted off to a deep sleep.
“’Meina.”
Ameina jolted up. She looked around – she was in her room, remembering she had taken a nap. In front of her stood her younger twin sister, Anesha.
“Dinner.” She uttered. Ameina nodded as Anesha headed out the door, Ameina following her downstairs.
Ameina’s mom waited at the dinner table and gestured to her to sit down. She obeyed as her mom pulled out a sheet of paper from a folder.
“So,” her mom began, “I got both of your grades by email yesterday, and I decided to print them out.”
Anesha groaned. Her mom ignored her and continued. “Ameina,” she said, “your swimming grades are horrible. Starting tomorrow I want you to start swimming after school to improve.”
Ameina stared at her, eyes wide. “But I can’t –”
Her mom raised her hand, gesturing to Ameina not to argue. “Anesha, your grades are perfect. Keep up the excellent work.” Anesha nodded with a huge grin on her face.
Ameina sighed, pushing her plate away. “I’ll skip dinner,” she mumbled, “I’m not hungry.”
Her mom ignored her, continuing to blab about Anesha’s math scores as Ameina marched upstairs.
Its always about her. I never get attention.
Ameina couldn’t help but cry again. Who is going to be there for her when she needs emotional support? Her own mother won’t even greet her or at least help her get better grades. Ameina can’t do all that on her own. She needed help…
“Isn’t this the fat out-of-style girl from PE earlier today?” a brunette asked. The girl next to her with ginger hair nodded.
“Her clothes are total crap,” the blonde remarked. The girls behind her laughed. “I know, right? Like, nobody wears overalls anymore.”
Ameina felt like crying, but she didn’t want to be called a crybaby. So she just sighed, ignoring the three girls.
After they were cracking up, the blonde nudged the brunette and whispered something to her ear. She nodded and opened the purse she was carrying.
She took out a bottle with a red substance in it. A strawberry slushie? Ameina thought, don’t tell me…
The brunette handed the bottle to the blonde. She did an evil menial laugh, unscrewed the bottle cap and aimed at Ameina’s face before throwing the bottle, letting the slushie spill all over her face and shirt.
The three girls laughed, pushing Ameina to the ground and beating her up with her own backpack.
After dropping the backpack beside Ameina’s arm, the three girls left, leaving Ameina crying, remains of strawberry slushie on her face.
Upset, she furiously got up, planning to confront them, but then she sighed, already knowing that she’d still get picked on again. Crying, Ameina ran to her car, shut the door, and went home.
Ameina tossed her backpack angrily on her bed and hit her pillow.
After furiously hitting it several times, Ameina got tired, sighed, and let her head rest on her pillow. I want to try. I have to. I don’t want to be treated this way anymore.
After thinking a lot, she eventually drifted off to a deep sleep.
“’Meina.”
Ameina jolted up. She looked around – she was in her room, remembering she had taken a nap. In front of her stood her younger twin sister, Anesha.
“Dinner.” She uttered. Ameina nodded as Anesha headed out the door, Ameina following her downstairs.
Ameina’s mom waited at the dinner table and gestured to her to sit down. She obeyed as her mom pulled out a sheet of paper from a folder.
“So,” her mom began, “I got both of your grades by email yesterday, and I decided to print them out.”
Anesha groaned. Her mom ignored her and continued. “Ameina,” she said, “your swimming grades are horrible. Starting tomorrow I want you to start swimming after school to improve.”
Ameina stared at her, eyes wide. “But I can’t –”
Her mom raised her hand, gesturing to Ameina not to argue. “Anesha, your grades are perfect. Keep up the excellent work.” Anesha nodded with a huge grin on her face.
Ameina sighed, pushing her plate away. “I’ll skip dinner,” she mumbled, “I’m not hungry.”
Her mom ignored her, continuing to blab about Anesha’s math scores as Ameina marched upstairs.
Its always about her. I never get attention.
Ameina couldn’t help but cry again. Who is going to be there for her when she needs emotional support? Her own mother won’t even greet her or at least help her get better grades. Ameina can’t do all that on her own. She needed help…
11/18/13