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8th grade was not proving to be Maisie's favorite. Actually, middle school as a whole just didn't seem to be her thing. Due to a dracaena attack, she had to switch schools. Again.

It was getting ridiculous at this point. She was truly running out of schools in the area to attend. Going to one of Percy's old schools was also not an option. If monsters had attacked there once, it was safe to assume they would show there again. So together, her and Percy were checking off box after box of middle schools they had accidentally destroyed.

Maisie had to switch schools in the middle of spring, just about a month before summer was supposed to start. So she obviously didn't expect to make any real friends, considering in the past, even when she'd been at one school for almost the whole year, she still didn't succeed in that area.

Though she hoped there was an upside to this. That being it would also be difficult to make enemies in the short span of one month. Right?

Wrong.

Maisie's back slammed against a locker, her backpack cushioning the blow. She gave the bully, Ian Bowler, a bored stare as he glared in her face.

Long story short, on Maisie's second day, a girl in her English class dropped a pencil, and Maisie, being seated close to where the pencil had rolled to, got up, grabbed it, and handed it back to the girl who had dropped it with a smile.

That simple encounter doomed the rest of her 8th grade year.

Because that girl apparently had a boyfriend, who was all pissed at the fact that Maisie had 'eagerly' went to retrieve his girlfriend's discarded pencil. Having two grandmothers, who were married, the idiot boy and his friends made fast assumptions about Maisie, and were convinced she was hitting on Ian's girlfriend. From literally just picking up this girl's pencil for her.

So here she was, cornered by three bulky boys in the hallway. The ringleader, Ian, slammed his hand into the locker next to her head. "Where you goin, Kline?" he asked derisively.

To go make out with your girlfriend, Maisie wanted to poke, but she was pretty sure that would get her punched in the face.

"My girl said you looked at her funny again," he sneered.

Maisie liked to believe that this was false, and that his girlfriend wouldn't be feeding into this lie of Maisie hitting on her. But she wasn't sure. Either way, the result was the same. Ian seemed to be convinced by this fake narrative already.

Whoever came up with the saying 'just ignore them and they'll stop,' clearly never experienced middle school. Because that shit never worked.

Maisie always made it quite clear that the boys didn't scare her, hardly got under her skin, but that didn't make them stop. It just made them angrier.

She fake coughed in Ian's face, making him back off slightly.

She'd already said this about 20 times, but apparently she needed to repeat herself. "Your insecurity fucking reeks," she said plainly. "I don't like your girlfriend. She's not all that. I don't look at her. I don't care about her. I don't give a flying fuck. Leave me alone, or you'll be sorry." She shoved the boy's arm away and pushed through the three, hard.