Misconceptions of First Impressions

Who are you? Can you ever really tell without the influence of what others say? In this story Anna dictates the troubles she encounters when she is changed by the manipulation of another girl, Ulna. Once confident, independent Anna was changed by Ulna's manipulation and mind games into a timid, unsure being on the brink of suicide. When somone knows all your weaknesses and targets them, how can you not collapse?
(Closley based on a true story)


9. Alone

Now wherever I turn around I see her staring at me; when she notices me looking back at her she smiles at me in the most cunning way I’ve ever seen, with her lips curled at either end. I go home stressing to my aunt the ways in which she tormented me that day, by making sure I don’t understand a word spoken or by standing right in front of me to block my view of the others, or even laughing at me when I make the slightest fault. Though these things sound mere and ignorable, when hacked at me every day it becomes dismaying.  The only way I can describe the ordeal is like a chicken pecking and pecking away at a bit of wood until it cracks.

Megan and the others occasionally tell the group to speak in English for my benefit, but after a few sentences the conversation reverts back to Croatian. I’m thankful they bother at all, but I know I cannot expect them to ignore their first language. Even so I feel quite alone in school when I am ignorant of anything being said. For all I know Ulna could be dragging my name through the mud in front of me, I wouldn’t know.

Ulna now beckons anyone who is talking to me or sitting with me over to her, the thing is she says it in such an innocent tone no one but me could tell her true intentions. Though she calls “Sonya, come sit over here” she is really thinking “Come here away from Anna”. So I gave up. I stopped trying to befriend my fellow classmates, for days I hid away in a classroom reading a book or listening to music. The sad thing was no one noticed. 

The worst thing about Ulna, is she bullied me in such a clever way I couldn’t tell anyone. The things she did to distress me were so slight, yet constant, that anyone oblivious of our history would regard it as me overreacting. Ulna only did the things which she knew I would be disrupted by. At that time I felt so alone.




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