Meet Me in the Meadow

Dreams are like fireflies. You have to catch them in order to see the beauty, but once they stop lighting up, they die. That sums up my life. An eighteen year old girl, who sits alone everyday in the same spot wondering what to do with her life. If anyone wants to save me from ending it, tell them to meet me in the meadow. I bet you no one will show up.
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23. Nobody

The next day at school was going okay. I had an okay morning, no people giving me such a hard time. I walked into my last hour, and everyone stared at me. I quickly walked to my desk, and looked down at my feet.

 "Amelia, how's life alone?" Ivy asked, smirking at me with her ever so perfect white teeth.

 "Fine." I hissed through my teeth.

 "How can you stand to come to school everyday looking like you do? You look like you just got out of bed." She snarled at me, grinning like she just told the best insult.

 I stared at her, gritting my teeth, trying so hard not to cry. I covered my face with my hands, hoping she would go away. Not a chance.

 "Aw, you're crying! Let me go get your mommy to fix it. Oh wait, I can't!" He snickered, this time alone instead of with her blonde fake friends.

 "Do not bring my mother into this..." I growled at her, balling my hands up, my nails digging into my skin.

 "What? You want me to get your dad to fix it? I'm pretty sure he would make it worse...huh! Maybe I should!" She spat at me, tears now pouring down my face.

 I don't know how she knows about my father, but she does. I quickly wipe my tears and try to avoid eye contact with her.

 "Oh, you don't think people know about your father? He dragged you into his car by your hair in 10th grade! Everyone found it so funny, except for this one boy, Mason I think. He is as much of a loser as you. You guys would be perfect for each other!" She chuckled, fluffing up her blonde hair.

 "I...." I just stopped.

 I got up from my chair, and ran out of the room. I don't care if I miss class, I couldn't stand being in the same room as her. I ran out the door, and through the woods. I ended up coming to the meadow, and sitting under the same dumb willow tree. The same tree that I could of easily ended all of this torture and pain at, if it weren't for Harry. I pulled out my phone, and decided to text him, so I could calm myself down. The air was cold, so I put on my red button up jacket. I put my orange hat on carefully, and comfortably sat myself down against the tree.

 Hey Harry...I hope you are having fun in America. Things down here aren't very great. I don't know, I guess I needed someone to talk to..the note said to text you so I guess I am..


I pressed the send button, and waited for a reply. Four hours passed, and it was 6 o'clock. I still never got a reply from him. I got extremely worried. What if he doesn't want to talk to me? I pushed those thoughts aside, and stared at the moon and stars in the night sky. Tears streamed down my face, as memories flooded into my brain. My mother, My father, Ivy, Harry, every single negative memory went through my brain, and it was killing me on the inside and out. I remember when Ivy told me in eighth grade that I am such a nobody. I tried not to believe her, but truth is, she is right. I am a nobody. A worthless, ugly nobody.

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