My day started out...late, to school as always. Yuh know, I just love my bed a bit extra when the head killing alarm blasts off. But anyhoo, I made it to school safe n sound.
Later on, the monthly feelers started kicking in. P a i n f u l. So I left school. I couldn't sit in my next class waiting for every passing minute to go by.. In torturing pain trying to hide it and look like I was ok.
When I got home I took the wonderful medicine that makes me feel better. Yes! So grateful. Then sat in pain waiting and waiting till the feelers ran away. Then lunch time came around and my mommy came home. So cute and momiful.
The sweet soul she is took me to school for my last class.
Now this is where my day falls completely apart..and the black raindrops roll down my face.
A girl. A girl I try to look for good in. A girl I try to think positive about. A girl that is just { a female dog } . Excuse me for the potty mouth. But I was in class doin my do and she starts talkin the poo on me. Callin me hoe n little beeeeech.
It's normal.. I could handle it. { she does it all the time. Ask me why? Well I don't even know} but then she pushed the limit ..she just wouldn't stop.
My heart was pounding. Secretly of course. The tears were backing up. So I pulled out my sketch book and tried to get the cruel words off my mind. It hurt.
Why is the world so careless these days?
I was alone. It felt like the pressure of the room was closing in on me and soon I would pop.
I was confused. What had I ever done to upset her. To make her react like this?
I could hear people say " You're so rude. You need to turn off that rudeness" or " no keep taking" but I pretended like I had heard only the sound of a humming bird.
Ouch. I don't even know what she said.. But I don't want people to look at me and think anything bad just because of the things she said.
When the bell rang I was holding in my emotions with all my might. People were talking about me ahead. Saying " don't you feel bad?"
I turned around and walked out the doors. I let it out. The tears. As I was walking home, a sweet girl in my young women's stopped to walk with me. {tender mercy} I had to quickly wipe away the tears and sad face and hide it with a beautiful relaxed smile.
And..well..now I'm home. Reunited with my cozy cozy bed, bundled in a ball under the blankets.
I'm grateful to say that I was actually never alone. My brother was with me. And Jesus Christ. The one who has been through it all. All the sufferings of the world. And even the sad story of mine today. I'm glad to know that I'm always welcome to pray and ask for help and guidance about this girl & for me to keep my positive attitude. To not worry what anyone else thinks and stay strong and know who I am.
I'm so grateful for prayer.
So so so,
And there's my story for today.
With love,
Desiree's Rogers
Chin up
