My Secret Meeting with Maya Angelou

     High School continued to be the contrary of what I expected my whole life. My only friend is Heather from Ohio, but I prefer to have her instead of being alone.  Last week I was passing through the hallway, and IT came through my sight. I was at my locker, he came walking towards me, whispering "Fresh meat". The blood through my heart was pumping faster than ever. All summer, I tried to forget that moment, and now it was all comming back. I hesitated, started sweating, I began walking down the hallway. Mr. Neck was chasing after me. I was desperate! I walked as quickly as I could, I only heard Mr. Neck´s steps, and suddenly, I entered an old janitor closet. I actually felt pretty safe in there. The next day, instead of doing after school activities, like my parents forced me, I hung out in my rubbishy old closet. I decided to clean it, decorate it, and organize it. The first thing I changed was the mirror. I covered it with a poster of Maya Angelou; an american writer that according to the librarian is the greatest writer. 

      My throat is killing me, it is always sore, and it`s getting harder to talk. I assume it`s bothering me because I don`t speak. I am also aware of my lips. They are raw, and somethimes they bleed. Talking is literally a difficult task for me. When I try to talk to one of my teachers or parents, I can`t, I freeze,  my voice won`t come out of my mouth.  The fact of keeping the incident of last summer as a secret, is killing my head. I want to transfer to another galaxy, and confess everything, give in to the guilt. It's a desperate thought inside my head, that wants desperately to reveal the secret. For this reason, it`s a good thing I found the closet. It`s a place where I can reflect and keep my emotions, and thoughts and nobody can hear or suspect them.