I don't really talk to a lot of people at school, I'm considered the outcast and I also get bullied.
The other day, I was in science class minding my business and doing my project about chemicals , when all of the sudden I get poured with something that has a strong stench of bleach. I could feel my skin burning and I hear my classmates and even the teacher laugh. Abby Williams the Queenbitch I mean Queenbee says "hopefully this will teach you not to stare at my man." I was confused as to why that happened because my head is always down and I never make eye contact with anyone.
My eyes start watering hintng that I was going to soon start crying. The bleach luckily didn't get in my eyes so I could see but the strong stench of the bleach was irritating my eyes like and they felt like they were on fire.
I ran to the bathroom and I look in the mirror and my clothes now have bleach stains all over them and these were my "good clothes". I start analyzing my body and realize how ugly I truly am; scars all over my arms, bruises from the beating a got from my dad a couple days ago and my hair tied up in a messy ponytal. I honestly looked hideous.
I had on a green T-shirt I got from Walmart and some sweatpants I got from Costco and they were 10 bucks! I don't have a job because my dad doesn't allow me to work, a the only reason I was able to afford those clothes is because of the loose change I find on the ground every now and then.
I also have some converses that were gifted to me three years ago by my favorite teacher who passed away and to say I outgrew them would be a major understatement.
The only clothes I have left are my Jean shorts and tan pants but the Jean shorts are way too small and tight because they don't really fit anymore. I also have a red shirt but it has some black ink stains from the last time Abby pulled a prank on me.
I would call my parents if I had a phone but I don't , and even if I did I wouldn't call them anyway because they would laugh and call me an "embarrassment" and a "joke". That would only humliate me more than I already am.
I go to the nurses office and tell her I don't feel well and that my skin burns a little bit and she gives me a sympathetic look. She me might me one of the few staff members here that actually has a heart. She's a older white lady, mid 50's with dirty blond hair.
She asks if I want to call my parents and I immediately say no because that would only make matters worse for me.
I ask her if I can go home and she says yes and writes me a pass.
While I'm in the hallway heading to my locker I gather my books and I bump into Abby and her little minions, and she says "going somewhere so soon?" and all I'm thinking is " wtf does she want from me now?"
And I say " yes, I'm heading home please don't bother me anymore, I can't take it."
And she starts laughing hysterically and then a second later her minions start laughing, and I look at them like wtf are these bitches crazy? Because I don't recall saying anything funny.
But I immediately wipe the judgmental look off of my face because I noticed that Abby and her little bitches... I mean minions stop laughing.
Abby asks me if I have a problem and I immediately say no putting my head down avoiding eye contact.
I say "can I please go home?" She says "ugh fine you weird bitch."
I just nod my head and continue walking thinking about what I'm going to have to endure at home.
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Non-FictionHello, my name is Taylor smith and I go to a public high school. I am a junior and I am 16 years old. I have black hair and dark brown eyes. I get bullied by everyone, even by my teachers. My parents don't care about me at all, mainly because they...