I wish I would die.
No... No. I wish everyone ELSE would die.
"Harper?"
Go away.
"Harper Thompson."
Stop talking to me.
"Harper. Answer the question."
"Huh?" I say, looking up from my desk.
"The question. Answer it."
"I, um, wasn't paying attention," I mutter.
"Figures," Ms. Diaz mumbles. "Anyone else want to fill Harper in?" she says, looking around the room.
"You have to square the radius and multiply by pi," someone says.
"Thank you, Lana."
Of course Lana answers. Stupid smart aleck. Go figure.
Lana locks eyes with me and smirks.
'Idiot.' she mouths.
Like I even care.
"Alright. Now that Lana has graciously helped you Harper, how about you go solve the problem on the board?"
Solve your own freaking problems.
"Ok," I say, standing up and walking towards the front of the room.
I stand there, frozen. What the heck am I even doing?
"And explain it as you go, Harper."
Crap.
"Well, first you gotta... Find the radius, which is..." I have no idea what I'm doing. "It's 3. And then..." Yup I'm lost.
"Lana, can you help her?" Ms. Diaz cuts in.
"Gladly," Lana practically shouts. She marches up proudly next to me, slightly shoving me out of the way. "Alright. First..."
Lana sucks. She sucks. Plain sucks. NO ONE LIKES YOU LANA.
"...And the area of the circle is 28.27 inches squared," she finishes, writing down her answer.
"Very good. Did you understand that, Harper?" Ms. Diaz says.
Nope. "Yeah. Thanks." I mutter, walking back to my desk.
Please let the rest of the day be better.
• •
"Hey Harper."
I turn to find Lana and her stupid friends crowded behind me.
"You stupid or something?" Lana mocks.
"Or something," I say, turning back to my lunch.
"Definitely stupid," one of her stupid cronies say.
Please. Shut up.
"You shouldn't even be in school Harper. You can't do anything. You're better off at home, with your Mama- Oh, wait," Lana says, covering her mouth mockingly. "You not only are lacking a brain, but you're lacking a Mama, too."
I feel tears well up in my eyes. Please, leave me alone.
"Stupid," she says, lightly smacking the back of my head. Her friends laugh as they walk away.
I hide my head in the crook of my arm, placing it on the lunch table in front of me.
Why is it so funny that my mom is freaking gone?
