Short Story

ENTRY #THREE

        “Why do they have to do it? I didn’t do anything against them. I never bothered them. I wasn’t too friendly but I was kind to them. Why? Had they planned about it all along while they were treating me nice?”

        I was crying my heart out that time. I was so angry at them but I was too weak to fight. I couldn’t do anything to save myself. All I did was cry. It’s still very clear in my memory how I plead to them. I was asking for mercy but they just laughed at me. What can a weak girl do against a group of jocks and cheerios?

          I went to Keesha’s place thinking I’ll be joining a dinner-a formal gathering. I was too stupid not to think why on earth would a cheerleader invite me for a formal gathering? I don’t even belong to her list of acquaintance. I was just a mere nerd whom they commanded to make their school works.

          That night was a nightmare. Until now . . . it is still haunting me.