Girl Code

Cherry pulled her red hoodie tighter around her head, hoping it would make her feel invisible as she walked through the crowded halls of Westbrook High School. She had dreamed of this moment for years, but not like this. She had spent so much time inside the hospital that high school felt similar to an alien planet. Gone were the familiar faces she once called friends: in their place were strangers who now barely gave her a second glance.

She sighed and clutched her notebook closer. Just get through the day, she told herself. She tried to focus on the present- the bright posters on the walls, the murmurs of gossip, the shuffle of feet on the polished floors.

As she found her way to her Locker, she heard a voice calling out, "Cherry! Wait up!"

Her heart sank. It was Macy, her once-best-friend-turned-popular-girl. Macy approached with a group of laughing friends, her perfectly styled hair bouncing as she walked. Cherry braced herself for the onslaught.

"Cherry, I see you're back," Macy said, her tone dripping with condescension. "How was the hospital? Must've been quite the vacation."

Cherry forced a smile. "Yeah, a real dream," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady.

Macy smirked, and her friends giggled. Cherry turned away, forcing herself to breathe. She didn't owe them an explanation. The memories of the hospital, the painful treatments, the endless nights of fear and isolation-they were hers alone.

As she settled into her first class, English with Mr. Thompson, she took a deep breath and tried to focus on the lesson. She knows he is a kind-hearted teacher, who always encouraged his students to express themselves through writing. She hoped she could find some solace in his class. Just then the door creaked open, and a handsome boy walked in. He was tall with tousled hair, and bright, curious eyes. He looked around the room, seeming a bit lost, before his gaze settled on the empty seat beside Cherry.

"Is this seat taken?" he asked with a friendly smile.

Cherry shook her head, her voice catching in her throat. "No, it's free."

He sat down, and introduced himself. "I'm Colton. Just transferred here. You?"

"Cherry," she said quietly.

"Cool name," he said. "Cherry, similar to the sweet fruit?"

She managed a small laugh. "More like my hair," she said, pulling down her hoodie to reveal her cherry-red locks.

As the teacher began the lesson, Cherry couldn't help feeling a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe this new beginning wouldn't be so bad after all. However, her belief was short-lived.

While Mr. Thompson turned his back to write on the board, Macy and her friends began whispering and snickering behind Cherry.

"Hey Cherry, do you need a break already? We wouldn't want you to get too tired," one of the girls sneered.

Cherry's face flushed with anger. She clenched her fists, trying to keep her composure. But when another student made a mocking imitation of her stumbling walk, she couldn't stay silent any longer.

"Enough!" Cherry shouted, standing up from her seat. "YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH!"

The room fell silent, all eyes on Cherry. Mr. Thompson turned around, a look of concern on his face. "Cherry, is everything alright?"

Before Cherry could respond, Macy spoke up, her voice dripping with fake innocence. "Mr. Thompson, we were just talking about how we missed Cherry while she was gone. She's over-reacting."

Mr. Thompson sighed, rubbing his temples. "Cherry, I understand you may be going through a tough time, but you need to control your outbursts. We'll talk after class."

Cherry's heart sank. She knew she was in trouble, and the worst part was that Macy and her friends would get away with their cruel behavior.

As the bell rang and the class filed out, Mr. Thompson called Cherry to his desk.

"Cherry, I know you're dealing with a lot, but you can't let your emotions get the best of you. If you're having trouble, you can always talk to me or a counselor."

Cherry nodded, her eyes stinging with tears. "Thanks, Mr. Thompson. I'll try." She left the classroom, feeling anger, mixed with her helplessness. She didn't deserve the treatment, her now ex-friend was giving her. However, she doesn't know how to get them to stop. She prays that maybe, just maybe, things would get better with time.