Unwanted, Except By Him

Chapter One

Chapter One

"Today class, we will be talking about World War II. Can anyone tell me what they know about World War II?" Mr. Fredrickson asked my World History class.

I raised my hand. "Martha?"

"World War II," I began. "was a time when Hitler went around killing Jews. It was the time of the Holocaust."

"Correct! Very good job Martha," Mr. Fredrickson.

"What a damn brainyack. Martha's a brainyack," whispered Sutton, the head cheerleader.

I try to ignore snide comments like that. I hear them all the time. Whether it's about me being smart or stupid or a loser. Whatever it is, I just try to ignore it.  I don't understand what I did to deserve to be treated like I am but my guess is was just being bored.

The bell rang. "Alright class. Please read chapter eight and right a one hundred and fifty words summary about it. Class is dismissed."

I grabbed my books and headed out the door. I was glad the bell rang because that meant I was allowed to go home. I just hope I can make it out the door to my car without getting shuved up against a locker or get called another name.

Ugh! I am so sick and tired of this stupid school. Nothing good ever happens to me in this dumb place. I just want to go home and I want to go now.

"Hey Martha," called out my bestfriend Jackson.

"Yeah?" I said turning around.

"Could you give me a ride home? My mom is to busy to come and get me." Jackson asked.

"Sure just let me get my backpack and stuff out of my locker then we can go," I said.

"Okay. I'll walk with you."

"Cool. So how was your day?" I asked.

"Oh same old same old. How was yours?"

"Well I got called Martha the brainyack by Sutton for knowing something about World War II."

"I'm sorry Martha. I wish people were a lot nicer to you. They just don't get the real you. They just don't know how special and how beautiful you are on the inside and out."

"Awe! Thanks Jacks but I'm not beautiful nor am I special. I will never be either of those things."

"You are too Martha."

I didn't reply back. We just walked the rest of the way to my locker in silence. I opened my locker and grabbed all my books and put them into my backpack. I grabbed my backpack and purse and slammed my locker close and left. I had Jackson on my heels all the way to the car.

I grabbed my keys out of my purse and unlocked my car. I drive a blue toyota. It's all I could afford since my parents won't buy me anything and leave me to buy whatever I need. Sometimes though I'll take a little money from them to be able to buy and do something at school.

Jackson and I both got in after I unlocked my car. I slid in and started the engine. I looked out my car window and people were staring at me and Jackson. I don't see why people have to stop and stare at us. They do it in school all the time. Jackson and I are just friends. Nothing more than that.

Jackson may be really good looking with his shaggy brown hair and green eyes. I don't want a relatioship with him anyways. It would ruin our friendship and that is something I don't want to do. He is my only and I repeat only friend. I don't know what would happen to our friendship if we ever dated and then broke up.

I don't think our friendship could ever be the same if we dated and then broke up. We probably could never be friends again.

"I don't get why people are always staring at us," Jackson said breaking the silence between us. "We are just friends. We have always been friends. I don't see what is wrong with a guy and a girl being friends and nothing more."

"They probably think we are dating," I said adding emphasis to the are.

"Well we aren't," said Jackson. "If we dated, things would be really weird between us, and just imagine if we broke up. I don't believe we would be able to be friends again afterwards."

"We most likely wouldn't. From what I have heard, people who date never ever get back together," I stated.

"Like ever?" Jackson asked curiously.

"Ever."

Jackson and I pulled into his driveway.

"Well here we are," I said.

"Thanks Martha for the ride home. I owe ya one," Jackson said.

"Don't worry about it Jacks. It's just a friend doing a friend a favor. I'll see you tomorrow at school."

"Okay bye."

"Bye."

Jackson got out of the car and went inside. I pulled out of the drive way whenever I was sure he was in.

Now, it's time for me to go home. I hope my parents or brother aren't home. I don't want to barge in on anything I don't think I should see or hear. I just hope no one is arguing or getting high. I hate my family. I really do.

I wish my grandma Jessie was still alive. She was the only family of mine who actually cared about me. Grandma Jessie would always listen to me whenever I need a person to talk to. No matter what it is or what time it is. I miss her a lot.

My house isn't to far away from Jackson's so it took me only about five minutes to get home.

When I parked my car outside the house and got out, I could hear yelling inside the house. Great. My mom and dad are obviously home and arguing. Again.

I grabbed my bags and walked up to the door and opened it. Just when I opened, my mom had happened to throw a plate at my dad and it went passed my dad and hit me in the forehead.

Damn! That freaking hurt, but does my mom or dad care? No not at all.

I'll just go up to my room and be by myself and take care of my head.

I honestly hare my life.