I Usually Care

What people say, I usually care

I did care when some one called me and ugly monster

What people say, I usually care

I did care when I was called ugly, nasty, and a wanna-be

What people say, I usually care

After that, I rushed right home and looked closely in the mirror, they were right. Oh, how come I didn't notice this before? How come I didn't pay attention? I asked myself as I went through my closet that night. I wish there was something I can do.

What people say, I usually care

The next year approached fast and I got ready the best that I could. I had completely turned black. My goal this year was to be able to get attention.

What people say, I usually care

As I walked through the halls of my new school, people stared. I guess I look new and different to them. What confused me major was why this year; everyone was dressed preppy, when I was told this was the year of the black.

What people say, I usually care

At lunch, I sat by myself over by the fence and then comes a very Goth like kid. "You, ninth grader?" she asked roughly. I nod. "Okay, we could always use a new one. Come with me," the Goth led me over to were her friends are sitting. "Hey girls. I have a new one. Sit, girl," the Goth pointed to a seat be her. "Lets all introduce ourselves first,"

What people say, I usually care

The year went by fast. Sneaking out and all happened, things started to change. Soon bad things started to happen and I was around when they did. My old friends begged me to stop but soon it was too hard.

What people say, I usually care

My grades started slipping and I was being sent to the principal's office. He kept asking what went wrong but I couldn't tell him. Even if I tried I couldn't.

What people say, I usually care

One party went to wild and I was hit in the head with a glass bottle. Everything shattered and I felt my skull crack. I wasn't sure because I was knocked out. The sound of police sirens and running feet woke me. "Should we leave her there?" someone was talking about me. "Ya, lets get going."

What people say, I usually care

The running feet hit me in the head and I was knocked out again. Soon I was to be awaken by a beeping machine. The room was white, but the last room I remember was like a living room. "Is she all right?" asked a worried voice, the same voice from the house. "Yes, she will live expect she may have brain damage from the crash. Not too much though," an official sounding voice answered though it had another emotion to it, worry.

What people say, I usually care

From my experience with black, I think I am going to care.

My life was almost torn apart by caring what other people say.

Never again, I promised myself, never again.