There is this girl that I keep seeing in my dreams, but why? She doesn't have a name so I'll call her Bee. She acts happy at school, but if you look in her eyes you can see that she is faking it. At lunch and recess, she always is drawing in her notebook and never goes anywhere without her hoodie. She wears dark red-tinted glasses because she has Irlen syndrome and needs them to read.
At recess in the fifth grade.
She is drawing as usual and has her phone on for inspiration while listening to music with headphones on both ears on max volume. She starts to smile but then someone snatches the notebook from her.
"Aw look, Miss Perfect is in her hidey corner drawing again," Elizy says in a baby voice while trying not to laugh. Bee takes off her headphones and then stands up.
"What do you want, Elizy," she says with no emotion. She tries to get the notebook from Elizy but fails because she threw her notebook to her BFFF, best fake friend forever, named Renee.
"What's this?" Renee asks while looking through the book. Bee keeps trying to take the book back but is not able to reach it. After a while of looking at a picture Renee says "I think I'm gonna keep this picture after all he is handsome." She rips out the picture of a boy from an anime that Bee drew.
"Fine, keep it!" Bee yells loud enough for a teacher to hear. Then she passes out.
At home.
Bee wakes up in bed and starts to cry silently so she doesn't wake up her step-dad afraid to be smacked again. Her bed is made of a comforter and a thin blanket, her pillow is the quilt that she has had since she was a baby, a gift from her aunt she sadly died in a car crash." I don't want to be here, I want to be with you aunty," she mumbles under her breath. Then she hears her Mom open the main door.
"Mistake come here NOW!" the mother yells in an angry voice across the house. Bee rushes to the door rubbing her eyes. She kneels on one knee bowing like a maid or butler in front of her mom.
"Yes master," she says, ready to be smacked because she's not in her maid outfit and had to be picked up from school. She is supposed to get in that outfit the minute she gets home and knows she messed up. Her mom forces her to look at her by pulling her hair.
"What is the rule for when I talk?" she asks her, "You may answer."
"To look at you," Bee says.
"Good girl," she says while petting her head. "Now go put on your outfit and I might just forget that you passed out after one punch to the face at school today."
I wake up to my alarm going off. "I guess that is time for school," I say.