My father was a very wealthy and influential lawyer. When he learned about what had happened, he took control of my case himself, I thought he would abandon me there.
For weeks, he worked through investigations and court hearings until the truth came out. In the end, my name was cleared, and I was released.
Even after that, I wanted to quit school, but my father refused. He believed I had brought shame upon the family and insisted that I face it to hear the whispers, endure the judgment, and live with the embarrassment.
Returning to school was my own choice. I wore a hoodie and a face mask, hoping to hide, to make myself invisible. It didn't work. Day after day, I was alone. The bullying was relentless, and I never felt safe.
During, lunch time, I walked into the cafeteria holding my tray. As I approached a table, students stood up and moved away, deliberately leaving no space for me. When I tried another table, the same thing happened. As I turned to leave, my foot caught on a chair. I stumbled, and my tray fell to the floor, food scattering everywhere. The cafeteria burst into laughter, and my face burned with humiliation.
Later, as I headed back to class, I kept my head down, trying not to draw attention. A group of girls stood nearby, whispering.
As I passed them, one of them deliberately bumped into me. My books fell to the ground, and laughter followed. I picked them up quickly, my hands shaking, and continued walking, fighting back tears.
As I turned the corner, I accidentally bumped into Zack and his friend Michael.
Zack glared at me and snapped, "Watch where you're going, murderer."
Michael laughed loudly. "Yeah, move."
Before I could react, they shoved me out of the way. I stumbled but managed to keep my balance. Something inside me broke. I turned back and grabbed Zack's arm.
"Zack, please," I said desperately. "Listen to me. It wasn't my intention. I never meant to kill her." He yanked his arm away, his eyes filled with anger.
"Don't touch me," he said coldly. "You think explaining will change anything?"
"It was an accident," I cried. "Please, just believe me."
Michael scoffed. ''You've got some nerve."
Zack shook his head.
"My girlfriend is dead. Sorry doesn't fix that."
He stepped past me and walked away, leaving me standing there in the hallway, surrounded by whispers and laughter.
I watched them disappear, feeling smaller, lonelier, and more broken than ever.
I forced myself to keep walking, even though my legs felt weak. Every step back to class felt heavier than the last. Whispers followed me down the hallway, crawling into my ears like poison. Someone laughed. Someone else muttered my name, then that word again murderer.
When I reached the classroom, my hands were shaking as I pushed the door open. Mr. Wilson was already teaching. His voice paused when he saw my face, but he didn't ask any questions. All eyes turned toward me. I felt exposed, like I was standing under a spotlight.
I walked to my seat, keeping my head down. Before I could sit, something hit my desk. I looked down and saw a crumpled piece of paper. My heart sank. I unfolded it slowly.
"Murderer".
My chest tightened. My vision blurred. I tried to breathe, but the air felt too heavy. I glanced around, but no one was looking at me anymore. They were pretending to be innocent, pretending they hadn't just crushed me a little more.
I couldn't do it. I couldn't sit there and pretend I was okay.
I stood up and walked out of the classroom. I didn't care if Mr. Wilson called after me. I didn't hear anything except the pounding of my heart.
I ended up in the bathroom, locking myself in a stall. I slid down against the wall, hugging my knees as tears streamed down my face. I thought being cleared would mean freedom, but instead, I was serving a different sentence one I couldn't escape.
No prison cell had ever felt as cruel as this school
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Living with all of that felt like living in darkness. I went home that day completely broken, hoping I wouldn't have to return to school on Wednesday.
My mom was the only one who truly believed in me. She knew I was only trying to save my own life. Unlike my dad, who believed I had done it intentionally, my mom never doubted me. She always gave me advice. I told her how quiet I had become and how the students bullied me every day. She told me to stand up for myself and reminded me that I was strong enough to do it. That night, I promised myself that I would no longer allow anyone to bully me.
The next morning, I lay in my room feeling exhausted.
I was so tired emotionally and physically. Another day, I told myself. Another day I had to get up. My mom opened my door room and asked me why i'm still in bed.
"Come on, Mom," I said softly. "Let's leave it for another day. I'm going through a lot right now."
She looked at me and replied gently, "You need to go to school. All of this will pass. You know your father doesn't want to move you to another school. It's his decision, and we won't question it. Get dressed you're going to be late."
"Yes, ma," I replied quietly. "I'll get ready."
I went to the bathroom, got my things, and prepared for school.
When I arrived at school, everything seemed normal. I walked through the gate, and for a moment, it felt like an ordinary day. Then suddenly, I started hearing loud noises. Girls were running around excitedly. I was confused and didn't understand what was happening. In the middle of it all, I accidentally bumped into a girl.
"Hey," I said, confused. "What's going on? Why is everyone running?"
She replied excitedly, "The school's hot boy is back!"
I was confused. I hadn't been in the school for long, so I didn't really know anyone like that. "Who?" I asked.
She smiled and said, "He's tall and slim. He left the school for a while, and everyone thought he wouldn't come back. But now he's here!"
Before I could ask anything else, she ran off again.
"Wait..." I said, but she was already gone.
Curious, I decided to move closer to see who everyone was so excited about. As I walked downstairs, trying to get a better look, I suddenly bumped into someone.
"Hey, watch where you're going," the person said.
"I'm sorry," I replied quickly, stepping back.
The boy was really good looking. For a moment, I thought maybe it wasn't him, because I didn't recognize him. I hadn't been in school when he first came, so I had no idea who he was. I found myself staring at him for a second, then I snapped out of it.
"Move," He said impatiently. "Get out of my way."
He looked at me briefly, then shoved me aside and continued walking upstairs as if I didn't exist.
I was still standing there when a girl named dawn rushed up to me, her eyes wide.
"Do you know who you just talked to?" she asked, shocked.
I frowned. "No. Should I?"
"My God," she said dramatically. "That's the president's son."
I blinked. "What? Seriously?"
She nodded eagerly. "Yes! That's why everyone's been acting this way."
I scoffed and shook my head. "Oh, so that's it? That's why you're all losing your minds?"
Then I muttered, "Honestly, he's not even that hot," and walked away though, deep down, I couldn't deny that he was cute.