Before the Ever Green (BTEG #1) ✔️

Chapter 6

Sometimes I wish Mom would just quit her job, and home school me. We could buy a cow, more chickens, grow a bunch of plants. We could live like the people in my books. We'd be fine on our own, and I'd be much happier if Mom'd teach me, maybe I'd actually learn something for once, instead of having my teachers ask me to change, and be more like Sara and Jenna. My teachers want me to be change, my Mom would want me to stay the same. It would be much better if I were home schooled.

But, no. Instead I am sitting here in math, waiting for the teacher to pick my hand out of the crowd, but instead, she picks Sara, who of course answers, "Shopping, but they spelled my name wrong," to the question, Sarah went made a chart of her hobbies: Shopping, Cooking, swimming, reading, and writing. On the x-axis she has the hobbies, and on the y-axis is how many minutes she spends doing each per day. What is the hobby Sarah spends the most time doing?

Sara didn't even look at the white board, she just listened to the question, and heard her name. My hand is still in the air, so she picks on me, "The correct answer is Cooking, because it has the largest bar, on the bar graph."

"Correct," It was an stupid question, a 1st grader could have figured that out, easily. You just look to see which one has the tallest bar. I swear Sara has feathers where her brain should be.

Feathers! No. That's an insult to feathers.

I go through the rest of my day, until lunch arrives way too soon. John is sitting in my chair, when I walk in. "What do you want?" I ask.

He smiles a little, and I stop, only to have mud poured over my head. He smiles even brighter, when feathers come floating down. I can't help but thinking, Oh look, there goes Sara's brains. Maybe that's how John got so (un)lucky. He gets up from my seat, and walks over to his group, who are laughing along with him.

I sigh, before trudging my way into the bathrooms, and into the small shower to wash all of this gunk off. The water is freezing, but it feels nice, better than mud stuck to my skin. The bottom of the shower looks disgusting by the time I'm done, and I step out, to and realize my floral dress is sopping wet. I look in the mirror, and see that you can see everything underneath the dress.

Luckily each bathroom has a lost in found, but sadly when I look through it, all I can find are skimpy dresses and shirts. I try to find the best outfit, the one that'll be the most covering, but all I can manage are a pair of jeans that are way too tight, a really low cut crop top, that barely covers anything, and a lime green sweater. It would be kind of cute, if the jeans fit right, and the tank top was longer.

I feel so uncovered, and it takes me the whole lunch to get the courage to finally come out. All the popular people are huddled around, even though the bell already rang. I try to get out of the crowd, but it's no use, because they are all laughing, and blocking my way. I just stand in the middle of them, and smile, acting like it doesn't bother me I am barely covered. It would work on anyone but them... of course.

Why would it work on them, they have no brains to comprehend that it doesn't phase me. They of course would be that dump. They can't see a single thing. But, for once, their dumbness isn't helping me.

Final the janitor comes, and makes them leave. He is probably 30 or so, but they do listen, and leave me alone, "You okay?" he asks, gesturing to my look.

"They drown me in mud and feathers, so I showered like any normal person, but my dress, which my mother made me wear was sopping, so I grabbed the least revealing outfit I could find out of the lost and found...This was it."

"Oh. Well, Addilyn, I suggest you get to class."

"At least Literature's a good class,"

He was the only person in my life I'd met who'd payed any attention to me, when they didn't want to tease me. Well, all but my second grade friend. I am grateful for that, at least I know I have one friend who's not my mom...

Odd thing I do #6: I tell my self my mom is my friend...

I guess the popular kids had reason to think of me as weird, but I wish they didn't. In reality, I am just an average girl, who just happens to have an odd mother who is hated by everyone for a reason I don't even know about.

Why is my life so complicated?