One Month Later
I've been going to this hell hole for one month now.
All the teachers hate me except Mr Ronnie and Mr Herman my English teacher.
Everyone always failed me, even the stuff that I was good at.
I had by far the worst grades in the whole school.
When I woke up I got changed into my uniform, brushed my hair like I do every morning.
I slathered some tooth paste on my tooth brush and brushed my teeth.
I wandered what happened to the headmistress, she hadn't been seen at all for the past three days.
I kind of enjoyed her being gone.
Once I was finished getting ready I went down to the breakfast table to get some food.
Everyone always glares at me when they see the food I'm eating.
It's not my fault I want to have a normal human serving.
The other girls usually skip breakfast, but for me it's the one meal a day where I'm not being starved.
I always tried to sit as far away fro, everyone as possible, but there's never really an empty seat.
I ate my pancakes with peace until Shelly Nickleson, and her friends walked towards me.
They just stared at me.
I stared back.
I always thought Shellys parents hated her.
I mean who would want to be named Shelly.
It was a shell, by far the worse name ever.
I acted like I didn't care when Shelly did these kinds of things but it really affected me deep down.
Every night when I got to my dorm I would burst out in tears hoping the building would explode.
Once I was finished eating, I scraped my leftovers into the trash and headed for the door.
When I left the mess hall I walked over to my locker to put my bag away.
I grabbed my Latin book and my latin homework and tried to find my class.
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Boarding school
Teen FictionAfter Opal's father left them, Opal's mom has been acting crazy. She constantly would get mad at Opal for not acting like a "lady" which Opal found very unfair. When Opal was 13 years old her mother sent her to a boarding school were she constantly...
