I felt so embarressed by the bruise along my countenance. To me it screamed to everyone my parents hit me. And that didn’t really help me out with the school situation. No one really asked me what had happened; they just stared weirdly. Which made me stare at the ground most of the day.

And because of staring at the ground at one point I ended up adding to the torture of the day by running into someone, knocking all their books aside. He grumbled at my klutziness. “Oh it’s quite alright. I can get all my stuff.” The person stated before I could quickly spit out an apology. I stood up while the girl collected all her books, soon standing up to look at me. She stared at me with her big cheerful honey eyes before asking, “What happened to your jaw?”

I was shocked. I embarressed myself more by stuttering before saying, “You’re….you’re the first to ask that today. Why?”
“Why not? There’s something wrong, so I asked.” And then she walked off, leaving me with my jaw agape while in a pit of chagrin.