Hiii, heute mal keine Sprüche sondern eine kleine Kurzgeschichte. Bitte nimmt euch diese 2 Minuten und lest sie. In englisch ist sie, weil das ein Schulaufsatz war und ich bin ja momentan in Amerika, da konnte ich ihn schlecht auf deutsch schreiben lol.

Der Grundbaustein dieser story sollte eine "Lehre" vermitteln. Ich würde dazu gerne eure Meinungen hören :)

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I can tell you many stories about my school time but this one is the most important.

In my class were two girls. Two girls who couldn't be more different.

The first girl, her name was Mary, was always dressed in black. Her hair was dyed and her eyes rounded with dark make up. Her ripped black jeans and her dark shirts with soulful quotes made her special. And I know, that she was in secret not as hard as she seemed. Well, there was this other girl, Liana. Like I said, these two were totally opposites. Mary was the dark swan and Liana the white one. Liana was the typical popular girl. She had everything and most kids were jealous of her. She was pretty, had good grades and had many friends. I have to admit it, I was jealous of her too. She always wore a smile and she seemed so happy all the time. Sometimes I heard her laughing at the end of the floor. Mary on the other hand was quiet and shy. All the other kids said she was weird. The most time she sat in class with her headphones in her ears, lost in a book or a drawing that she worked on. My classmates said, that they felt sorry for her, because she was all alone, but I knew that this was not true. I often saw her with two girls at lunch, laughing and giggling and I thought that she wasn't that sad girl that she seemed to be.

One day, I heard a conversation between Liana and Mary. Mary ran accidentally into Liana at the door so that she dropped her books. "Watch out Emogirl", Liana blustered. "I am sorry. Do you need help?" I was wondering, how Mary was able to stay so calm. "Not from you. Crawl back into your hole and cry."

I looked at them from the corner of my eye. Mary just smiled and stood up. "It's true. There was a time, where I didn't feel the best,but now I dress like this because I like it. I don't want to look like the others or like you. And I think the only one, who's really sad is you."

Liana gasped and wrinkles her nose. "How came that on your mind?" Mary laughed. "Please. Maybe your doll friends don't see it, but I was like you. Do you really think I haven't noticed you scars?"

"Don't be silly. I am happy. I don't have to cut myself like you poor, little lonely girl. I have friends, a life, a future at a good college and what do you have? I am still waiting for this moment, when you'll kill yourself."

"Sometimes the little things a more important Liana, believe me."

And with this words Mary turned away. Noone ever saw this conversation, but I did. I was impressed how Mary always answered so nice and calm even if Liana's words were so cruel.

Everyone thought Mary was a weak girl and Liana was strong and full of self trust, but in this moment I realized, it was switched.

A few month later, a message arrived my house with a shocking content: A student committed suicide. It was a girl. We would have no school, but we would have a commemoration.

I was sure, that it was Mary. And in my head I went through hundred of stories what happened. Mary wasn't able to take it anymore. Mary cut too deep. Mary was so embarrassed by Liana's words, that she didn't wanted to life anymore.

But when I came to the school, it was not Mary's picture that was placed at the school stairs with a lot of flowers and candles. It was Liana's.