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Just An Empty Desk

Short story By: ERMO
Young adult

Written by ERMO on 5/8/13 for her creative writing class.

Submitted:May 8, 2013    Reads: 26    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I imagine it went something like this:

  • Mr. Herring makes the announcement. His voice wobbles a bit, he clasps his hands together and bows his head. Marina does the same.
  • Everyone else looks around at each other until…
  • Some dumb jock, probably Max, yells out "Who?"
  • Everyone laughs like it's all a big joke. They look around until they see the one lonesome desk.

The desk that they always ignored. The desk that they always laughed at. Because when they make a mistake, it's okay. But when I do, somehow I'm a pathetic excuse of existence and I deserve to be made fun of for it. Because I'm not a person so it's okay. It's okay to laugh at me, to mock me, to pick on me, or ignore me because I'm a worthless body bag. My opinion doesn't matter and why should it? I'm not one of the millions of loud mouthed idiots like you. At least I wasn't.

In reality, it went like this:

  • Mr. Herring made the announcement. He stood there, staring at them. Marina looks upward, willing the tears not to come.
  • Everyone stares at their desk until…
  • Some dumb jock, Max, whispers "Why?"


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