Keep me safe ©

Sarah Smith's my name.

A girl who being bullied. A girl who always searching for a perfect home. A girl who always feel unpretty.

I want to have friend, a friend who never calling me names, hitting and talking behind my back. I want that.

Maybe, it's you. Maybe you're the one that i'm waiting for...


9. Chapter 9

“Mom! I’m okay! Just don’t go to school! Don’t attack them!” I yelled angrily.

My mom insisting herself to go to school tomorrow because of what happened this day. I don’t know how she knew it, she just nagged that on me when I got from school. She was yelling and looked upset, I could see her tears almost flooding down to her cheeks. She told me that, why I didn’t tell the principal and call her. For the sake of my embarrassment and for her, I refused. If I’d do that, they will continually bullying me and talk behind my back.

“Who told you that anyway?” I mumbled as I ran upstairs. I assured myself to hear her that.

I lounged down on my bed. My tears automatically streamed and I don’t know that happened. My life is persistently being miserable and awful. I curled up my body to my white coloured pillow and I elevated also my duvet to my shoulders. Why me? Why God didn’t put his trust on me? Why does he always keeps me insecure and looked pity? Why not them but me?


I woke myself up early to go to park. It’s 6:45 in the morning and the park seems so silent and windy. The trees are dancing by the wind and the cold breeze are brushing all over my body. The grass so green that it looks like a fresh vegetable, wet and cold.

As I saw a playground, I started to sit on cradle. I repeatedly sway it smoothly. The playground looks lonely and searching for someone to play and enjoy with it. The silence is echoing on my ears and it hurts. I pictured the children playing and running in this place, are they always smile and laugh? Do they know how the people would do to them if they’ll reach the adult level? Do they know that they will feel what I feel today?

Of course, they don’t know that but one day, they’ll think of what I’m thinking today, they’ll hate the people who hurts them and they will do the same what I got into. I’m just saying the fact but not all of them will experience that. Others will become smart and has a knowledge to know what they’re future will like. But most are popular, bitch, bad, attention- seeker and etc., and that’s what I wanted to tell to others that not all the people in this world are nice and thoughtful. Somehow, they have to watch who they are talking and befriending to because I know that they will sorry for themselves after all.


I glanced to my wrist watch and saw the time, it’s been only forty minutes since I sat here and only fifteen minutes left to go to school. I stood lazily and left the lonely playground.

I put my headphones on and turn up the music loudly, just trying to forget the problems that I’m going through. As the bus reached the waiting shed that I’m standing, I motioned myself to ride to the bus.

“Hi..” As I heard a little bit, cause of the headphones that covering in my ears. I turned my head on the right side of my seat.

Okay, now I found creepy that this is guy is I guess, stalking me and it scares the hell out of me. He’s the same guy that I bumped in the street and the guy who tried to help me but ended up walking away.

I removed the phones on my ears, “I’m sorry but, are you stalking me or something?” I rolled my eyes and trying not to get a contact with him for a long time.

“Uhhh… I- I just wanna befriend you.” he stuttered.

“Befriend huh? I don’t know what that means, honestly.” I raised my left brow.

He cleared his throat, “O- okay.. but I just wanna know if you still know me ‘til now?”

This guy is making me angry, “Yes, I know you. You’re the one who I bumped with in the street and you’re the one who tried to help me at school.” I assured him.

“No..” he mumbled.

“I beg your pardon?” I crinkled my eyebrows.

“I.. umm.. you used to be my best friend in third grade.” Then he just stood and not saying anything. As he walked down from the bus, I peep in the window and stared at him. He stared also and he looks sad. The bus started and the glaring at each other disappeared.

I laughed loudly and the passengers looked at me with their poker faces. I cupped my mouth and said sorry. I continually laughed as the bus reached my school.

“That’s freaking funny..” I muttered as I’m walking to the hallway.

Who the hell is he? I don’t even remember him nor remember talking to him except for the yelling scene I did. Third grade? He’s a freaking good at memorizing huh! Not bad. But still, I don’t know him in my life. Maybe he’s just a guy who’s making fun of me today, who wants to ruin my day. If he’s serious, he would not walk away like that, so rude and stupid. Why did he pull over the bus if his school is here and not there? Ugh! Get away with it, Sarah. He’s nothing special.



so who's he?? Mistery guy comes along magically... Maybe Sarah has a love interest here. *spoiler alert*

Anyway, sorry for these past days if i didn't update. I'm so lame :( maybe I can update tomorrow again.. I'll try! :)





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