The Journey

The Journey
By Kadian Hart-Fearon

      It all began one cool day when the flowers blooming, birds singing and the smell of fresh air. I crawled out of bed and was met by the sudden sounds of laughter in the living room. Upon entering, I was greeted by such piercing eyes that steered me down from head to toe. I listened as they whispered loudly. Gazing at them sitting in the couch, their words slowly pierced my heart and spilled my emotions.
      “She can never be like you, even if she tried her best.” The voices echoed senselessly in my thoughts.

      Immediately, I ran over to the sofa with tear-filled eyes and asked,
“Who is that you are talking about?”
      They all began to laugh and said nothing to me. It was as though I were invisible to them. Slowly, I maneuvered my way to my room, feeling sullen and melancholy as the tears fell to my cheek. As I laid there on my bed, I felt as hard as a rock. My mind was on a race track, as I pondered long and hard about what had happened just now. Were their words directed to me? Who are they referring to?   Their selfish and inconsiderate remarks only terrorize and torment those they mean to hurt! I believe I’m their victim.

      The sun shone in bright, as my 6:30 alarm went off the following morning. I awoke with swollen eyes and got dressed for school.
      “Good morning Jane,” greeted my Spanish Teacher. “And how are you today?” She continued in Spanish.
      “Fine thanks Miss,” was my immediate response as I tried to muster up a bit of smile.
      Miss Brown looked at me with questioning eyes for a whole minute. To me, it appeared to be an hour.
      “Are you sure you are o.k. my dear, because it seems to me that you had been crying.” She then queried with worrying gestures.
      “Nothing Miss, I can assure you I’m very well thanks.” I responded while still trying to force a little smile in my bid to convince her that I was indeed doing fine.
      As she proceeded with the class, I hung...