Here's my entry!
Longing
[justify]I've always been a quiet girl, so why do so many people hate me?
I truly have always been a quiet girl, enduring the abuse I get every day. The verbal slurs thrown at me as I walk silently down those treacherous hallways. Hiding behind a hooded sweatshirt and long, boot cut jeans. I've always been labeled different. But the question is: what did I do to deserve it?
Well it's not like everyone bullies me. It truly is only this one group of popular kids that enjoy taking all the negativity within their lives and dumping it on top of me. Why me instead of any other person? I have enough within my life already, so it doesn't exactly seem fair. But as they always say, life's never fair, now is it? I mean, no one gets what they want. And if they do, it's never what they expect. There's always something wrong. Always a problem with what they get that somehow ticks them off.
What of everything in this world could just be perfect and pretty? Everyone equal and kind to one another? Of at least a bit more positive than this little pathetic world we live in now. There's always another war, another fight, another disappointment, waiting around the corner. Sometimes it overwhelms people that have endured it for way too long. And for the people that don't want to endure it, well, those kind of people are the ones that hate me the most.
But I endure it to the best of my ability. But lately, it's been hard. The names I'm called, the rumors made up about me. It's growing to be too much. And maybe, just maybe, it's time I stood up for myself. But being silent all my life will make it hard. But maybe it will make a difference if I speak up. After all, being quiet has made me seem shy and scared. Which I actually am.
So here I go. This one jump of courage.
I see all five of them, standing over by the water fountains. Dan and Jay, the ringleader. And with them is their entourage, the group of girls whom follow them around for the attention in being popular. They're the ones that abuse me.
It's time for change.
I walk up to them and stand before them, feeling small and helpless as I pull back my hood, allowing a long, dark brown ponytail to flow over my shoulder and my bangs to partially hang in my face. I rub the end of the sleeve between my thumb and index finger, growing nervous and beginning to regret this whole decision. And of course, Jay notices me first.
"Why hello there Skye," Jay says as he turns towards me, his hands in his pockets as his jeans hang low on his hips. The buttons of his maroon, Hollister shirt lay undone, displaying a small expanse of chest hair. His biceps bulged under the short sleeves of his shirt, rippling as he lifts his hands out of his pockets and cross them in front of his chest, his dark green eyes boring down at me.
Behind Jay is Dan, his always present friend whom also taunts me. He usually jumps in by now, but he hasn't yet. His gaze is cold, but something else lurks behind those dark blue irises. The dark blue that is usually pointed at anything but me, even when he taunts me and teases me. But my attention is drawn back the the leader of this little group as he makes a noise of clearing his throat.
"Did you hear what I said?" Jay asked, irritation and hate ringing in the tone of his voice. A voice, that if not directed at me, can be soft and charming. Alluring to any other girl that hears it. "I asked what do you want?" He looked behind him and at Dan, whom was looking at the ground and not participating in the taunts. "Because if you don't mind, the sight of you makes me dizzy. That wretched thing you call perfume? It smells like a rat's ass."
I swallow the saliva building up on my tongue as the others laugh. Do I really smell that bad? I had tried to look better than usual today, but seems that it's only giving Jay more things to point out. More things to add to the flaws he can think of to make me feel bad about myself. I open my mouth to speak, only to close it once more as fear creeps into my heart, closing up my throat and threatening tears.
"Aww is the little twerp going to cry now?" Jay snickered, leaning forward and putting his hands on his knees for support. He tipped his head to the side to get a better view at my face. My trembling chin, red cheeks and tear filled eyes. I can't help it.
"Please," I whisper out, finding my voice after a few horrible moments of silence, "P-Please stop." I hear the laughing and snickering all stop at once, as if the whole world had gone silent at the sound of my voice.
Then Jay ruins it all as he speaks up again. "Oh look guys! It speaks!" he exclaims, waving a hand in my direction. "I didn't think it had a voice!" He looks at me again, only to snort in mockery.
"Stop," another voice says. Not Jay's voice. Not one of the girls' voices. But Dan's. Of all people, Dan is standing up for me. He's us actually telling Jay, his best friend and partner in crime, to stop. I lift my head and look at the the dark blue eyed boy. He's looking straight at me! And his gaze is...warm. Comforting. Supporting. Everything that is the opposite of what showed in Jay's hateful eyes.
"What did you just s-" Jay starts, only to be cut off by Dan's stern tone.
"I said stop," Dan repeats, using a finger to push his dark brown hair away from his face. His dark blue orbs look into Jay's dark green ones. Threatening him to make a move without even speaking. The tension can be seen sparkling between the two, making the air hot and uncomfortable.
"And don't make me say it a third time. Skye has endured enough. I'm sick of bullying her just to feel stronger than her. She's just an ordinary girl that's struggling through life like you," he said, his voice sharp as a blade and pointed straight at Jay. And just then the bell rings, signaling that we all will be late if we don't hurry up.
But I can't move. The shock of all this running straight through my body, leaving me stiff and unmoving. I see Jay huff at Dan angrily and mutter something in audible to me before turning around and walking past me, his shoulder thumping roughly against mine and jarring me out of my trance.
Then I see Dan. He's standing right there, looking at me with a look of longing. Longing for me? He closed the distance between us within only a few steps and takes my hand gingerly in his, a smile playing at his lips as his dark blue eyes look into my hazel ones. "Don't listen to them," he murmured, "Don't even listen to them again. I'll keep you safe."[/justify]
So. This story came from a plot someone gave me in a thread I created. It's where one gives me a plot and I create a story out of it. So here's the plot if you don't understand it: a boy and girl that fall in love when the boy doesnt want to bully her anymore. He decides to protect her instead. I decided that this story is worthy to be in my list of shirt stories. So here ya go!
The poem I'm entering was written by Summerheart and I: