The Perfect Beings

Chapter 1

My name is Charlotte, I'm  15 and a Sophomore at East West High. My life is pretty much hell. I make it through life anyway, but right now I am walking through the hallways of the school, while everyone is pointing and laughing at me because of the extra-large, extra-ripped, and extra-dirty shirt that I'm wearing. They don't know that this is one of the only things left of my dads that my mom has allowed me to keep. After he died, she put almost everything of his in her room as a shrine to him. She let me keep a few shirts, a picture of him, and a few of his favorite books. This shirt is the only thing that brings me comfort in these horrible times. If I got home and my mom was there I would probably be beaten for bringing up his memory, but I don't care. 

To be honest I am actually pretty smart. It's one of the things that I have going for me. I don't find myself attractive. I have a pale face, with dirty blonde hair. I feel so plain. And right before I walk into my geometry class I am stopped by the populars: Emma, Olivia, and worst of all Sophia. Sophia looking at me with pure hatred says, "Why are you even alive, no one likes you, ya know!" 

Of course I've heard this a million times so I look at the ground and mutter, "Well no one likes people who are rude" and continued walking into my Geometry class while they stand there snickering about how I look. I don't care what people think, but it really does hurt my feelings. 

Then I sit down in my small geometry class of about nine people. There is a large abundant of glares from almost everyone in the class except for my old friend, Katrina. We had a big fall out around the time when my father died. We were never friends again, but sometimes I feel like that could change  because she's about the only one who doesn't scowl at me everytime I walk into a room. That must mean something right? Who knows!? People are so unpredictable these days.

I walk out of my class and head towards my writing class. I love writing. It's one of my favorite pastimes. Though no one seems to appreciate writers anymore, because no one seems to like to read anymore, I thought to myself.  All people seem to care about these days is being perfect. As I continue my thoughts, I bump into Katrina and  drop all my stuff on the ground. Olivia and Emma  kick my stuff around, while  Sophia just stands there laughing. 

"This is what you get for bumping into someone! Why don't you watch where you're going you disgusting person!" Katrina  screamed at me and then everyone started laughing.

All I could do was wait until the bell rang and they dispersed and headed to class. As I pick up my stuff, I realize the second bell has already rung and that I will have to go to the office. The office ladies are great, but sometimes I think they know my mom abuses me, and my mom told me if anyone ever found out she would kill me.

I walk into into the office and the ladies look at me with pity. As I walk up to them I say,"Hey I need a pass to my writing class." 

"Oh, dear, what happened this time?" Mrs. Bell asked me.

"Nothing, I just fell, that's all," I responded

As she's handing me my pass she looks at my arm and says,"Where did those bruises come from dear?" 

"Oh well I shut my arm in the car door." I said with confidence, so she wouldn't think I was lying. 

With hesitation she let me leave the office. Then I headed to the first floor where my writing class is. When I enter, the teacher is giving a speech, but she stops when I close the door. Everything goes dead silent. The people who knew what had happened snickered and whispered among themselves. 

Mr. Anterio looks at me and asks, "Where were you?"

"I have a pass from the office." I say in response. 

All he says is, "Take a seat Ms. Jones."

Just as the bell rings for me to go to lunch, I'm stopped by Katrina, and she looks ready to kill.