Him and Her

Seven

Seven

Ana

"Why was Eric just looking at you?" I whip my head around to see Josie and her band following me out of the Chorus room. "He was probably laughing at you." She cackles. She thumps me on the back of my head, I ignore it and continue forward. "Are you ignoring me?" She scoffs.

"What do you need?" I turn around to face her. Josie pushes me against the walls making me drop my books. "Ow."

"Listen here," she points a finger in my face, "you are nothing more than a deadbeat loser! Nobody here likes you! If they tell you that then they are lying because they feel sorry for you." She says through her teeth. She shoves me once more to the wall before walking away, earning a few laughs from her friends.

I scramble for my book, trying to hold tears. But I can't help it. I rush to the bathroom and weep, locking the door behind me. My eyes meet my own in the mirror. I am ugly. The way my loose hair sits on my shoulders, my red eyes, the puffiness of my lips. Everything about me is ugly.

I take a breath and whip my tears before walking to my next class, avoiding all eyes.

- Lunch -

"Ana, how was your day? Anything new?" Kimberly asks, picking up her sandwich.

"Uhm, nothing new it was a-a normal." I'm not wrong.

"Good! Emma, how was your day?"

"My day has been really good! Lots of smiles and complements!" Emma replies, smiling like crazy. I am happy she is having a good day.

Lunch goes by too quickly with lots of laughter. Every lunch is just the three of us. It's been this way forever. I like it better than anything else. We usually just walk about school projects, or books we've read. Our little nerd table. The bell rings suddenly and we all walk to our next class, English. English is probably my favorite class. I love reading literature. Mr. Gings, our teacher is really nice too.

Kimberly, Emma, and I walk to our lockers to retrieve our books, as we walk to class a bunch of people bump into me. They probably don't see me. I am just invisible. I wish I was really invisible. When we arrive before everyone else, Mr. Gings smiles at all of us. "Good afternoon, girls." He smiles.

"Hello." We all say, take our seats.

We pull out our books and read as the rest of the class soon files in. Mr. Gings gives you the opportunity to finish your homework if you were unable to the night before. As the class files in, most do their homework or just all talk. I sit in silence, reading my book.

Class soon starts, everyone starts to write down what is left of their homework as fast as they can as Mr. Gings comes down the rows to collect it. I close my book and hand him my paper.

"Hello class, let us begin." He says the same thing before class starts everyday.

I sit up a little straighter in my chair and listen to his lesson while others daydream or try to keep their eyes open.

- Half way through class -

Only about forty minutes left in this block before History next. Mr. Gings told us to do some independent work and I finished before most of the people so I pulled my book back out and began to read again.

But I soon get distracted by hushed, frustrated talking out in the hall. I look over to see Mr. Red, the Junior and Senior History teacher in the hall talking to Eric. What could they be arguing about? Good luck to Eric I guess, anyone in his position is in big trouble. Mr. Red is a strict teacher, as long as you follow his rules and do what is asked of you he is fine. But as soon as you don't he gets frustrated easily.