The Outcast

5 days before Christmas, June Tracy McThorne had been pushed off the roof of the school. No one knows why, how, or who did it, because it was so sudden.

That morning, June did not want to go to school. She knew no one really liked her for who she was or how she thought, but reluctantly, she trudged to her "friends" who were all hanging out by their usual table outside. She stood behind them all morning until they were allowed inside the school, where they continued ignoring her. She stopped at her locker and watched as they continued walking off without her. She wasn't happy, but she just shrugged it off. This had been going on all year, so why should she care anymore?

After a couple hours of class, it was time for lunch. She loved lunchtime, it was the one time she felt happy and complete. She grabbed a tray of chicken nuggets and fries, dumped a portion of salad, and sat down at her usual table. She began eating as her friends sat down at the same table as her, but it was the same old story once again. She continued to join their conversation but the second she said something weird, she was silenced immediately. She had had enough.

She couldn't take it anymore. Constantly ignored, repeatedly silenced, always the outcast. She was ready to give up. She ran to the roof of the school, her eyes filled with tears. As she finished her suicide note, she stood on the edge of the railing, ready to jump, but she couldn't. She feared death, and she wasn't ready to die. She was about to step down from the railing as a pair of hands gave her a slight push and she began plummeting to her doom, note in her hand. As she fell, her life flashed before her eyes, and she finally accepted her fate. She was always an outcast, and now she hoped for a better chance at a friend in the afterlife.

As her head hit the ground, everyone looked in shock. Her friends stared at her lifeless body, laying there holding her note in her hand. Yet, this wasn't a suicide, it just looked that way.

So if you see a woman, crying with a cracked open head, call out her name, and you will remain the same. She will weep, and she may pray, but for your life, say her name.

June.