Josephine's POV
My name is Josephine, Josephine Skylark. I'm 18 years old. In this academy I'm that one girl who gets bullied by everyone because I'm too shy, quiet, nice, mysterious and anonymous. I always carry my sketch pad and my books around like a nerd. I always follow the rules and the handed schedule of classes for me. I rarely break the rules, those rules are very minor. I stay at the chapel to read my books because no one's around and I can do whatever I want. I've been learning in this academy since kindergarten and I still had no friends when 4th grade came up I started to have problems. In a young age I get anxiety attacks and crippling depression. While the emotions gets me I get bullied verbally and physically by my schoolmates and parents. I didn't know why they started hating me when I turned 8 years old. They use me as their punching bag when they are mad, I became a servant to them forgetting that I'm their child. When I was 12 I saw my mom doing drugs and my dad talking on the phone about auctioning cocaine, marijuana, crystal meth and heroin. I heard all of it. I found the reason why they started beating me up, they went insane. I didn't asked about the drugs, I waited until I'm 14 years old enduring all the pain that lasts long until I cry myself to sleep. When I turned 15 I requested for my own dorm without my parents consent. They asked me why I needed a dorm and I showed a picture of them taking drugs. The principal let me have my own dorm and didn't want to have problems with the parents if she reported them, she's scared that my parents might kill her.
I had no one to trust until 6th grade I met Samantha Hopkins. She became my best friend. She is a social butterfly so I don't hang out with her a lot only when she's alone and free. We share each other's secrets because we both know that we have no one to tell it to but I never told her that I wasn't fine until now she doesn't know the reason why I'm not in a house with my family, she doesn't know my dark side but maybe one day I might drag her into my mess and get our friendship ruined. What she only knows about me is that I'm shy, outdated, nice, quiet and a girl that puts a smile on her face telling her that everything is fine and good and everything will be okay.
I was going to my Science class and sit at where I always sit. It's my favourite spot in class. When I came to my desk I saw cruel words vandalized to my favourite desk. I smiled at it, quietly giggling at the pain I felt, feeling myself getting more numb and emotionless. Then I saw a signature right at the corner of my desk it was Maddie's signature and it's ink is still fresh. I looked at her I noticed her evil glare, filled with madness as she gossips to her friends afterwards they laughed. Her other friend said to me "What are you looking at freak?!" I turned my head away from them and take my seat. I can still hear them laughing...
Maddie Kunt, the no. 1 in my list of bullies. She's bullying me since the 4th grade. She's mean to all the girls she doesn't like. She hates nerds, intoverts, lesbians, freaks, mutes and cowards like me, but hey I'm straight I love anime guys than real life dudes because I believe they are jerks to someone like me. Not trying to sound like a feminist it's only my opinion. Getting back to Ms. Kunt she's two-faced, she's phony but I think she doesn't know that her friends are fake. Just being quiet and unnoticeable has a lot of advantages. I get to know their dark secrets. If someone can just see how cruel our society is in here I won't be alone. How negative and fake our environment is. Peope think that this academy is the best school for girls in Olives, but no they don't see what the academy really is behind those gates and brick walls. Scarlet Red Academy is known for its educational standards and how they manage their students. I want to laugh at their pathetic management because they don't see that most of their students mostly the famous ones in our campus are ill-mannered. They need to teach students not only discipline but good manners too.
I over think everytime I go to sleep. My mind keeps me awake flashbacks of myself being pitiful. I suffer from it as I screamed out of my lungs, telling myself to shut up and calm down. I kept rambling words. So stressed I fell asleep and when I wake up I tell myself to survive another day because that's how my life is, I need to keep going to see the next chapters of my life. Thinking of it... Will it be boring, exciting or thrilling?
10... Still coping