Facing Reality

Chapter 4

"Dear Kaitlyn,
I've never talked to you but you just seem so stunning to me.
Sincerely.. Your Secret Admirer"

I smiled a little, feeling flattered someone already liked me. As I re-read the note, I noticed my name was spelled wrong, it's "Kaitlin". How would anyone other than Claire know my name anyways? I feel a cold tap on my arm being used to hold my locker door. There was a girl, in a cheer uniform. She had two girls walking right behind her, like side chicks.

Becca: "Don't bother asking, The names Becca. Who are you?"
Me: "Oh, I'm Kaitlin."
Girl I never even saw: "Well you're pretty rude.. snooping in my locker and all."
Me: "Huh? This is my locker."

Girl: "K, Cool. But that's my note. My names Kaitlyn. K-A-I-T-L-Y-N. Spelled the cool way. Clearly not like you. So give me my note, hun.

Me: "Oh, I'm sorry I thought it was mine." I chuckled, like my mom "My mistake." I say with a huge smile.

Girl: "Yeah, Your mistake."

Shaking off the mean girls I walk to Science. I am very excited because I get to meet up with Claire again. She had told me on the bus, the earlier you get there, the better chance you get with getting a nice seat.

I was there early, but there were already about five kids there. I looked to see which ones I knew. I knew Kaitlyn (with a Y, because that's "cool",) Becca, and... Claire!
I rushed to Claire who was sitting in the back, with a huge smile, waving at me.

Me: "Claire!"

Claire: "Kaitlin!"

we giggled.

Me: "So I've been talking to some new and very," I paused and looked over at Becca and Kaitlyn. The third girl wasn't in this class, I guess. "interesting, girls."

Claire: "Oh, You talked to the devil, sorry about them."

Me: "Eh, they're really just making themselves look bad in my opinion."

Claire: "Yeah, I guess. Everyone seems to go with it though. It's frustrating. This is middle school, grades 5-8. They treat everyone badly. Especially," she lowered her head in sadness. "Uh, kids like.. Me."

Me: "Hey! You're amazing! what do you mean 'like you'? Anyone would be lucky to be like you!"

Claire: "These girls have been chasing me from day one. I ate my first lunch at this school in the bathroom. I couldn't even manage to get the big stall. That bracelet I gave you, Has been sitting in my bag sense that first day at this school. It's been waiting to go to my first friend's wrist."

Me: "Well, Claire, I am absolutely honored to wear this bracelet."

We smiled. Then Becca, alone, approached us with a nasty facial expression. I knew what I had to do. I had practiced this moment in my mirror for when I needed it. As she got closer, I listened to what she had to say. . .

I did not like what I heard.