I fell down and fell on my knees, I scraped it real bad on the rocky ground but even so I didn’t make a sound.
I swallowed and got up quickly dusting away the dirt on my uniform.
People stared at me as I walked through the crowd to the canteen, but no one stopped to help, ’cause no one cared.
I pulled my skirt low over the scar and prayed no one would see me as ‘The Clumsy Gal’.
After the short break and a nice meal, I walked back to class still limping a little bit.
The scar leaked blood and that stained the turquoise colored uniform purple.
The students looked at me with looks filled with disgust,
Even then, I tried to look brave and fought back the tears threatening to spill.
Then you came, the sweet and innocent yet most popular girl in the class,
I could hear your friends whisper loudly, begging you not to come.
The class became silent as you took out a tissue paper,
Everybody, even me, thought you would say ‘Clean that up, it disgust me’.
But you didn’t, you smiled and asked me if I was alright,
You told me that you would walk me over to the infirmary.
Shocked and speechless, I nodded silently,
People in the class started whispering furiously.
From that day on we were like sisters,
And that’s why I’m so thankful for you, you made me feel warm and cheerful.
I would never forget the words of kindness you said,
Even as you lay still in your grave.
You asked me to promise you something and I kept it still,
You said ‘Stay strong and give hope to others like you.’
I lay down your favorite roses where you lay, staring intently at your gravestone,
I looked up, knowing you would take care of me from where you are now.
