As I walked towards my math class after school, halls crowded reeking of sweaty teens; she said it as though it was an everyday kind of thing.
I looked back in shock…
Had I not seen the expression on her face when she realized I was standing a few feet from her… I would’ve never known it was her. I kept on walking as if I didn’t even hear her utter those words, but she knew I heard her… and I know she knows. Those words pierced my heart like…an unexplainable feeling. It’s as if every time I heard it, it was for the very first time.
But nevertheless, I controlled my anger and walked on. I began to walk slower. I could feel her staring at me from the back with broken eyes… a rapid silence took over the halls.
What would make her say such a thing?
What hurts the most is… the fact that she only feels awful because I heard her! Had I not, I don’t think she would’ve cared.
When my session was finished, I made my way back to my locker… and there she was.
She was sitting in the halls, hiding behind a pile of text books, red faced as I approached her.
“I’m sorry, I…I wasn’t saying it to you, I swear. My friend was trying to act all ghetto and I…I…I’m so sorry”
I felt so bad for the poor girl. She was stuttering after every second word. She must of thought I was gonna clock her. Do I look that intimidating? Lol.
I responded with an “It’s ok, chill… I know you didn’t mean it…”
As I walked away, hands in my pockets, looking to the newly polished floor… I could hear her apologies resonating in my mind….
I just wish she knew what she was sorry for.

Tell me… why are people so dang ignorant?