Pressed again. . .feeling hated and humiliated in all circles. In front of everyone. I wish it would come to the part where I was saved. . .by that other person, who I somehow felt intensely. . .intense towards. I can't describe it. It's almost numb now.
Just do it, Rebecca, it'll all go away. . .
Do what? What am I supposed to do . . .
I'm being pressed harder now. . . .just make it go away. I say. Just leave.
Just do what we want. . it'll all go away. . .everything that was ever wrong.
But what's wrong . . ?
Rebecca. . . .Rebecca! . .Just do it. . .Rebecca!
"Rebecca!" I jumped. I could hear snickers. "Rebecca, are you even listening to me?"
"Yes! I'm sorry!" I tried to sound razor sharp. More snickers.
"Rebecca, see me after class, please. And stay awake for it!"
"Yes, sir. What about?"
"Your free writing. I won't write you up for sleeping this time."