Katharina

I was standing at the vanity mirror in my room. My eyes were puffy, my hair was a tangled mess. My nose was red from all the crying. I just stood at the mirror, eyeing my depressed, forlorn reflection. Maybe I should run away from here? Anytime I thought of school, I felt myself curl up in shame and panic. The stigmatizing agony I was going to be put through. I could already hear students laughing and mocking. I could hear the hushed tones of them calling me a thief. The ...