look at her!” I hear them yelling behind me.
I don’t turn around. That will only make it worse.
It’s already bad but they can get meaner and meaner if need
“Don’t tease her,” I hear someone say.
“What?” Another girl asks, obviously
surprised at someone defending me.
I’m about to turn around when I hear the catch.
“It’s bad enough she has no friends.”
They all burst out laughing.
Someone throws something at the back of my head. I put my head
down and watch my feet. They keep insulting me. They say things
about my family. My friends. My entire life.
They don’t matter to you. You know that. All the want
it to see you cry which you’re not going to do. Don’t
let them see you cry. They don’t deserve to see you cry.
They are nothing. “Why don’t you turn around and
face us, little girl?” One taunts me.
“Yeah, c’mon! You’re not scared are you?”
“Poor little girl.” I hear a boy. A familiar boy. I
turn my head a little and see it’s my lab partner for
He has his arm around a girl I’ve hear being called
Adriane. She has light brown, curly hair. She’s wearing the
usual school uniform. Hers is a little different than mine,
though. Hers has a very short skirt and a short sleeved
“She shows her face!” One smiles a really big, fake
“Finally!” Adriane exclaims.
I turn back around and hurry to the stairs, where I can loose
“Poor baby, can’t stand being the center of
attention.” Emmett says in a sad voice.
I turn around and smack the nearest girl to me. She shrieks and
covers the cheek my hand smacked.
“How dare you!” Emmett yells and begins pulling his
“No,” I yell, “how dare you!
You all have been making fun of me for the past two
years! I’ve dealt with it and kept quiet about it for
two whole years. I’m sick of it! I’m sick of
you! All of you! Nothing you say about me is true and
everyone believes it! I have no friends because
of the lies you tell everyone! No one likes me here and I
can’t change schools! I’m stuck in this place dealing
with my problems alone! My only friends are either younger or
older than me and I’m sick of having no friends my age
because of you!” I calm down and push my hair behind my
Without waiting for a response I turn around and head up the
I see a lot of people staring at me. They’re all giving me
dirty looks and whispering.
“She has a voice,” I hear Emmett shout.
“You just don’t get it.” I clench my fists and
continue up the stairs.
I find my locker, quickly unlock it and grab the books I need. I
hear a lot of people still whispering about me, but I just ignore
it. I’ve said what I needed to say and that’s all
there is to it.
My only concern about the rest of the day is having all my
classes with those idiots. I have science with Emmett as my lab
partner next. I can already tell it’s going to be hard to
get through it. If I’m lucky, the most he’ll do is
You did what you needed to. You should be proud of yourself
for standing up to those bullies.
I hurry to the science hallway and into my class. Room 107 with
Ms Adams. She’s waiting at the door with a huge smile on
her face. Dark hair in a pony tail, eyes dark brown and glowing.
She looks so happy all the time. I crave being like her. Happy.
Smiling. Not a care in the world.
The bell rings and a few of the students who socialize in the
hallway too much hurry into the classroom and take their seats
“Take your seat next to your lab partner. We’re doing
another lab today.” Ms Adams chimes. Just my luck.
I take my stuff to the back table where the cubbies are. I open
the cubby labeled A-3 which is mine, since I sit in the row A in
the third seat. I walk at a snail’s pace over to Emmett and
my table where we do all of our labs together.
He’s sitting there already with his long brown hair in his
eyes and a grin on his face.
“Take a seat, doll,” he smiles as big as he can and
pats the seat next to his.
“Whatever,” I mutter and sit. I scoot the seat as far
away as I can.
“Don’t be that way,” he pulls the chair by its
legs closer to him and puts his arm around me.
I shake his arm off, “Don’t do that!” I
“Why not?” He grabs my hand and holds it tightly.
“You don’t have a right to touch me, Emmett.” I
sternly inform him. “I could call the police on you for
doing such a thing.” I try scaring him.
“You wouldn’t do that, doll.” He lightens the
grip on my hand, but doesn’t completely let go.
I use my other hand to pry his hand off of mine. “Leave me
alone. Don’t talk to me unless necessary. Do you understand
“Not at all,” he grins.
that is the first chapter of a new story I am going to work
really hard on. How do you like the characters so far? Comments,
concerns, likes/dislikes would be appriciated. Thank you.
P.s. I will notify anyone who