A lonely day
The days passed in an unchanging blur. As I wandered the halls, any lingering hope of intervention slowly faded. Isolation wrapped around me like a heavy cloak, the echo of children’s laughter only amplifying my solitude. Their cheerful chatter filled the air, yet I felt like a ghost, unseen and unheard. The teachers either didn’t notice or simply didn’t care. I moved through the motions, cleaning up their messes without acknowledgment, as though I were invisible. And yet, I knew tomorrow would come, and I would return, ready to face it all once more.
A Lonely Day
New confidence
In the cafeteria, I busied myself wiping up spilled food and clearing away abandoned trays. The boy entered with a newfound swagger, striding in as if he owned the place. A smug grin stretched across his face, and a group of friends followed closely behind, hanging on his every move. “Hey, check this out,” he called, prompting a burst of laughter from the others. Their chatter echoed through the room, but I focused on my work, ignoring the commotion as best I could.
New Confidence
