Untouched

Chapter 2

Like every other school day, I'm hoping today I'll finally be accepted. As I walk into math class, the room becomes silent and everyone is staring at me. As I walk down the aisle to go to my seat in the back corner of the room, I hear mumbles of people calling me sluts and whores. I don't know what I did wrong. Am I wearing to much makeup? Does my outfit match? So many things are going through my head right now.

It was finally lunch time so as always I grab my peanut butter and jelly from my locker and head to the bathroom stall. I am very tempted to start sobbing, but I know that won't make me feel any better. I was kind of hoping that eating would make me feel better, but I was wrong.

I decided to call my mom to tell her to come pick me up. I can't take this anymore. I can't take the feeling of knowing that everyone else at school thinks I'm a bitch, and I can't even figure out why.

"Mom, can you please come pick me up, I feel sick.", I said in a quiet and depressed tone.

"I don't know honey, are you sure this is not because of your friends?", my mom asked.

"Yes mom, I'm sure.", I said to her, feeling guilty that I lied.

"I'll be there in a bout ten minutes, please go pack up all of your stuff.", she said in a slightly disappointed tone.

I am now opening my locker and grabbing all of my heavy textbooks and binders. I am just realizing that I might need a bigger backpack considering not everything currently fits with all of the homework we get each night.

I finally arrived at home, and I couldn't help but to sprint up to my room, throw my backpack on the floor, and just start sobbing. I needed to let everything out that I had been trying to hold in all day. Everyone at school was treating me like a piece of shit, and I couldn't handle it anymore. It's getting to the point where it's too much for me to handle on my own, but I'm going to need to learn how to because I don't want to tell my mom about this. She will not understand.

Right now, I am cuddled up in my blankets watching a horror movie eating cookie dough ice cream. I needed to do something that will take my mind off of school, the hell hole.

"Tyler, do you want to bring you some chicken noodle soup?", my mom shouted.

"Sure mom."

I just finished eating the soup my mom made for me, I decided to get start working on my homework, since my mom is making me go to school tomorrow. I went online and found my math homework, but then I dropped my pencil and my eyes started to tear up. "I can't do it," I thought, "it's too hard to do homework without thinking of what happened today." I couldn't help but start crying. I am not excited to have to go to school tomorrow considering everyone thinks I'm a slut and I can't even figure out why. Will I ever get over this? Will anything ever change?