Why do people still glare at me when I walk by them? Do I permanently have the words "Look at Me" tattooed on my forehead? The fucking incident happened last year, but people don't let shit go.I walked straight to my locker, like I do every morning, and threw my books inside. I glanced at the picture that was still hung in the back of my locker. A group of friends who were so happy and didn't have a care in the world. But now, that group of friends sit apart in different corners of these dirty school hallways. Sure, I wish things didn't happen like they did, but I can't erase the past, I can only write for the future.
Wow, that sounded really poetic, for a girl who honestly doesn't give a shit.
I grabbed some money from my wallet and headed to the cafeteria for lunch. I knew what people were still thinking when I walked passed them. "Slut." "Whore." "Back-stabber." "Ugly."
But none of those are true. Okay, maybe the ugly part but that's it.
I said thank you to the lunch lady, who by the way, is the only person who talks to me at this school, besides my friend Sonic, who I only see every now and then because he's super busy with basketball practice and he's really into getting good grades at school. The Lunch Lady only speaks spanish, but I know that she is probably saying something nice. I like to think so anyway.
Hmm, where should I sit today? With my ex best friend and all the kids who think the world revolves around them. No, I don't want to kill anymore of my brain cells. What about with my other old friend and her art friends? No, I'm not up for talking about Picasso today. I guess back to my old table I sit at by myself everyday. I mean I'm my own best friend and I do think I'm pretty funny. So why not sit with myself.
I dug into what the school called "mashed potatoes" and started to eat. I watched from my table that sat at the end corner. I could see everything from here and nobody could see me. Just the way I liked it.
"Hi," A unfamiliar girl said, standing directly in front of me, "Can I sit with you?"
"If you don't mind sitting with a whore, go ahead."
"Oh, are you the school whore?" She asked, genuinely curious.
"According to the entire school, I am. But others call me Reese."
"I'm April. I just moved here from New York."
"Why on earth would you come here. New York is amazing, this town sucks. So do the people in it."
"My parents split up, so my dad and I came out to live with my grandparents."
"Oh shit, I'm sorry."
"Oh," She said, "No worries. It happens." She took a drink from her water bottle, "So why do people call you the school whore?"
"Long story. Also, just to let you know, if you continue to sit with me from now on, people might start calling you one too."
"I dont care. At my old school, I was "Herpes Girl" because I got a cold sore once. So 'whore' is a step up."
I laughed, "I think we will get along great then."
The bell began to ring, signaling that lunch was over and we had 10 minutes to get our stuff from our lockers before class started.
"What's your locker number," I asked April.
"Um," she said pulling out a small piece of paper, "242."
"I'm 287, so we aren't far from each other."
"So you wanna walk together?" She asked.
"Sure," I said grabbing my bag and heading to my locker. It wasn't too far from the cafeteria. April was a few feet away from me, putting in and taking out her books, just as Lauren and Kya came walking up by us.
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Dare Night
Teen FictionDare Night was something everyone talked about, but never knew if it was true. A myth, if you will. But when Reese gets chosen to play, it becomes too real. She gets thrown into a mix of old and new friends. As the night goes on, they learn more abo...