"Hey Dale." Mom said with a knock on my door. I stayed silent. "You need to go to school. You haven't eaten yet." she added, her voice cracking.
"I'm not going outside." I said quietly as if I'm in a place where speech is not allowed.
I've been going to school for 4 years with my head down low. In those 4 years, I'd go to school and be bullied. All my life I've never felt like I fit in.
"Hey! Aren't you that guy whose father is a druggie?" An everyday line of a guy in the same class as I am would say to me whenever I came to class.
Teachers don't care. They do nothing. I've always wondered why no one cares about these kids hurting one another physically and emotionally.
I don't even know why mom even enrolled me to that school. I never really thought of getting revenge. I'm not that kind of person.
Last month, we went to the hospital after my last hour class and went back home crying. Mom broke down and me? Well, I locked myself inside my room.
I just had the worst news I have ever heard in my life. Worse than my dad leaving us and being a druggie. Worse than kids bullying me. Way worse than those...
"Please...I beg you, Dale. Let's go to school. I'll let you wear a hat."
I had no choice but to stand up and open the door. I've locked myself for almost a week now and only got out when I need to eat.
I love my mom more than anything else in this world so even though it's against my will, I can't stand her crying because of me.
She drove me off to school with her eyes still swelling. 'Did she cry all night?'
She hugged me and cried before I got off the car.
"Would you look at that! Another fashion outfit, huh? He came!" shouted a guy I don't know when I stepped to the door. I didn't say anything ang did the usual thing. Walk with my head down low.
"Take off your hat." a teacher said to me before she started her discussion. I stayed still and looked down.
"Take. it. off."
'But I can't' I wanted to say it.
"I said take it off! You know we don't wear hats in my classroom! I've told you thrice already!" she shouted and slammed her palm in front of me so i flinched. 'Am i not an exception?'
It felt unfair. It felt...sad. I wanted to cry and defend myself but I didn't want myself to look weak and stupid in front of the class.
I took off my hat, not looking at anyone. Tears started balling up my eyes. I heard her gasp while the other kids made fun of me. Laughing... taking pictures... videos.... being ignorant.
"I-i...I didn't know... I-i'm sorry..." the teacher said while her hands still covering her mouth, completely shocked.
I gathered up the courage to look up explain myself. I felt the need that I had to.
"I have a cancer...stage 4...on my brain..." I stammered, voice cracking. Then, my tears came running down my face.
I'm not going to last long in this world. I want to enjoy myself while I can. Sadly, I can't. Being in school alone is a life in hell.