Rose spit into the dirt, disgusted with herself, so mad she could barely see straight.
What jerks. She hadn’t been doing anything. Why did they hate her so?
She picked herself up off the lawn, peeling away the blades of grass that were stuck to her knees one by one, fingering the long dent-canals they left behind on her skin.
The kids had already moved on down the block, their laughter taunting her as they looked back, turning the corner.
She felt the hot flush of shame rush down the back of her neck and through her body, her fingers tingling, tears flooding her eyes.
She choked it all down and thought about what she could do. There was no where to go. No one to tell.
“This is just temporary, honey. You’ll see. In time, they’ll get to know you, you’ll find friends.” Her Mom tried, but she had no idea of the way things really were.
She folded her pain and confusion back into the loneliness that she carried with her always, and with lips pressed together with determination, she walked back home to the numbing relief and friendship to be found in oreos and chips.
At least she had that.
#bullying #therootoftheproblem #foodisnotlove
Inspired by The Daily Post word prompt: temporary