"I really don't want to start school again tomorrow!" I yelled out loud. Every time I have to wake up and dress for the outside world, I have to look at myself in the mirror and see the horror. Once I go outside to reality, people always stare at me wondering why I have such an ugly head shape. I wish hoods and hats could be my size so I could just cover up my shame. But ever since I tried to hide my head with that hoodie that one time, the nightmare I saw on the mirror always haunted me.
"Mom! Mom! Can I borrow your jacket? I wanna try and do something!" I yelled from her bedroom.
"Sure hon! Just make sure not to rip it or anything!" Mom yelled back as she was making sandwiches for me in the kitchen.
I ran as fast as I could to my mom's room to see if my idea could work. I jumped into her closet as if I was going into a portal. There! I found my mom's jacket that I loved seeing her in. The jacket was white and had this cute animal face on the hood. My dad got this jacket for her because she liked out-of-the-world gifts. As soon as I wore it, I thought that it felt like the greatest blanket ever. But as soon as I looked into the mirror, my jaws DROPPED open.
"AHH! MY EYES! 'O LORD AND SAVIOUR, KEEP ME AWAY FROM THE DEMON!!" I screamed with tears coming as I saw myself in the mirror looking like a KKK. I cried as soon as my mom ran in and gave a surprised look.
"Honey what happened? Why are you crying?" She questioned me as I took off the jacket with anger.
"I-I-I look like a K-Kool Klux K-Klub Member!" I replied as my tears dropped with several thuds. "Why was I born like THIS? Why can't I be pretty like you or cool like dad?"
My mom saw the sudden sadness in my eyes, she understood how terrible I felt and I have always loved my mom for being patient with me. Till this day, whenever I was with my mom, I never argued with her or was mad at her. Just mad at myself.
I got ready as usual, got my sandwich, and left for school. I waited at the bus stop as usual but this time nobody was there to laugh at me. I guess everyone got tired of this "fun toy." The bus came and opened its doors.
"Hey kid! How's yer mornin?" The bus driver asked with a welcoming smile.
"It was really good! I got to eat my favorite breakfast." I replied to the bus driver with a lie, I wasn't too hungry this morning surprisingly.
"Ooh, nice! Here, sit in the seat next to..dat kid 'ver there with them stripes 'n highlight colors!" He pointed to this older looking student that had this really weird clothing style. But I have a weird head shape so who's to be weirded out now.
"Ahh...hello. Hi, I'm just gonna sit here." I said in an awkwardly tone.
"Don't sit in a range of 1 ft from me or you die. If you touch me even on accident, you die. Got it?" The kid explained with a hostile tone while giving me a death glare, the kid soon went back to their own thing.
"O-ok…" I quickly went to about what it seems to be 12 ft and I had to sit on the corner of the seat the rest of the trip to school, I grabbed a book from my bag and started reading till the bus reached its destination.
"Alrighty' kids! Get 'er butts off 'n have fun 'n school!" The bus driver looked really ecstatic and soon went back to the bus to drive away. I saw the driver and the bus go away, I don't want it to leave. I look at our school. In a cool gray toned lettering, our school had a great big title on front, Terry Littingburgs Academy.
I really don't want to go to school.