The snickering surrounded her like a blanket
It followed her everywhere
The halls began to grow smaller when she passed them
She felt she would never be free
That feeling stuck in her throat
Her breathing quickened
Hoping they wouldn’t notice her
The names they hollered
Stamped upon her forehead
Every step willed her forward to her locker
Would she be the target today?
Was it sad to wish it upon somebody else?
Was this the life that she was supposed to endure?
Hoping only to blend into a wall or a seat
Dreaming of the day
The day she would end this
The day she would stop the name calling
The day she would be at peace
The one thing she longed for
The hours dragged on until the bell rang
Names yelled after her as she climbed in the car
Today would be the day