No Longer Eat With The Theater Department

898 WordsSep 9, 20154 Pages
The 16 year old that I was, was sitting at a desk with six 18 year olds standing in a semi-circle around me, screaming at me for what I had just done. I felt so trapped. I did not know where to go. There was no way out, all I could do was sit there and take it all in and cry. It went on for a good half hour until they grew tired and wished to rehearse. Once rehearsal was over, I packed my stuff up and left. I hopped into my car, and once I left the school and was out of sight, I began crying again. I was terrified. I did not know what was going to happen after this. I called Samantha and told her everything, but that still was not enough to help me. My life had went back to the same pattern I was in for the 9th grade, but the results were worse than before. I could no longer eat with the theatre department. Those six seniors led everyone to hate me. I was judged constantly on every single thing that I did. I “did not know my place” apparently. They had spread lies and rumors about what happened. Everything was my fault, I let them play around and never told them to stop apparently, and I was looking to get them in trouble. This was not the case though. Every time I went on social media, there was a new post about me. No one cared how much I was hurt. No one wanted to hear what I had to say. I was just a “lowly sophomore who did not know what she was doing”. Only Samantha heard my side of the story and tried protecting me as much as she could. It would not work, soon, even
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