Imagery
section 18

" woi citra! Comeup! You want school to sleep on"

Someone woke me up by shaking the table by kicking the table I was sleeping on.

" sit's sister?"

Why did he come to see me, was it because of his shoe problem that I accidentally stepped on?

" a-what's up, brother?"

I asked to wave at the sita that put on an unfriendly face and a sticky sound

" you it can be self-conscious gasi! Nih temen cave no one saw that you get down from danil's car! Who is it? Sampe dares to sneakin girlfriend cave?"

" i'm sorry sis confiscated, but danil is not who I am"

" well that's know if you know danil that's not who you gausah sok keganjenan for deketin danil. Lu gangaca the same face? Huh huh? Matalu gabisa difungsin to see dirmin shadows? Ngaca woi ngaca lu tuh gacantik, poor gapinter again! Yeah, not guys"

Ask the four friends who also came to me

" youliah ta, how can he be a rivallu"

" sorry brother, I have no intention to call danil from big brother. The vow"

" yes whatever the hell you were gabakalan also dapetin his heart, he was rough and cold same chick and another he was also allergic to the same ugly girl rich you"

He kicked back at the table in front of me, while the rest of my class only watched me without a sound and I, instead could only be stuck lethargic like no longer having lust

One by one they began to disappear from behind the door no longer I could resist the shame of being in this class no longer I could start my cries until a hiccup was seen again in front of them.

I decided to just go to the bathroom, with a face that held all the shame and anger as if I didn't want to be in this school anymore.

By running to the toilet a few pairs of eyes look at me seriously yes maybe they think ugly girls are whiny and certainly very weak to their speech

As I always did, a needle I had prepared to stand by in a state of no longer being able to control my emotions I definitely needed this

I paint again with this taper, I paint in red with a barcode-like motif.

" hi citra, are you still alive? Still strong same world that only makes wounds? Look at yourself now. There are no more people who want to be with you, if there is it all just because you squirm with a taste of kasian aja"

A reflection of myself in the mirror seemed to make me more aware of the uselessness of this life.

" aghhhh it's enough don't bother meuuu"

*brukk

The clenched hand was no longer bearable, a mirror that had dared to aggravate the atmosphere finally broke into pieces on the floor.

Shortly after the broken glass made a commotion, I began to hear the sound of footsteps from some people heading to the front of the bathroom I occupied

" who's inside?"

The sound from outside the classroom made my mind more chaotic, no longer want me to come out of the bathroom if I have to meet with many faces that will highlight me

Now the sound of knocking on the door also began to be heard and the sound of an annoying voice calling the name of the image was also crowded,

" imra let's out cit! Open the door"

I picked up the mirror shards scattered on the floor, looking at him in confusion

" cit, are you sick yet? Haven't you? Don't just needle! Go gores!"

After my words came out without thinking about anything that would happen mirror that was in my grasp earlier I began to use to paint to color it brighter

"1"

"2"

"3"

" awww peri also yaa, but only three lines that I painted this time of hand already felt lemes anyway"