"What we learned here is love tastes bitter when it’s gone," Becky whispered to herself one night as she looked into the mirror, which was covered with pictures of her and her "friends," all of which weren't talking to her since she became unpopular.
"Past yourself forget the light, things look dirty when it’s on," she muttered as she turned off the light to go to bed.
"Funny how it comes to pass, that all the good slips away and there’s no one around you can remember being good to you," she thought to herself as a tear rolled down her cheeks. She fell into a troubled sleep.
"Shame," said a teacher the next day as Becky walked by her classroom. "It's a real shame..."
Becky overheard this and walked faster, tears brimming. "Shouldn’t try you, couldn’t step by you and open up more shame, shame, shame," she said bitterly.
Meanwhile, the group consisting of Becky's former friends saw this incident happen. One girl started to go after Becky to comfort her, but before she could move another girl grabbed her arm and shook her head no.
"What we lost here is something better left alone," the girl said, looking at Becky hurry away in disgust. She believed all rumors that came her way.
"The second steps have been forgotten, will you tell me how they go?" Becky shouted back at the group as she turned to face them. She was tired of the whispers behind her back.
"Set yourself, situate, like a fool try again," said the leader of the group, Andrea, mockingly.
"Oh, but what if There’s no one around you can remember being good for you so..?" Becky snapped back.
"Shame," Becky repeated to herself later that afternoon. "Shouldn’t try you, couldn’t step by you," she thought as she remembered all the people at school who were afraid to even be seen near her.
"And open up more...shame, shame, shame.." Becky said out loud, echoing the teacher. "Shame... shouldn’t try you, couldn’t step by you and open up more shame...shame," she sighed. "Shame."
The day after that, Becky had a run in with her former friends...and the football team. Everyone hushed as she came closer, and they didn't even attempt to hide the fact that they were staring at her.
"We never thought we’d get so troubled...we could never think that much!..It should never get this bad.." she said to them as she continued walking. She then stopped and faced the group again, who were all still looking at her.
"So..let the wind blow ya, across a big floor.." she said to them. "But...there’s no one around who can tell us what we’re here for..." she added bitterly. "Funny in a certain light, how we all look the SAME. And..there’s no one...in life you can remember ever stood for you, so...shame, shouldn’t try you, couldn’t step by you, and open up more shame.."
"Shame?" the football player who had started the rumor asked, laughing.
Becky walked up to him and studied his eyes intently. He stopped laughing and looked back at her, confused. "It's a shame," she said to him. Then, to herself, "that I posted your address all over the Internet, a$$hole." She smiled, knowing revenge was hers in the end.