Sugar Coat Me (Amazing Spider man Fan Fic)

Chapter Nine

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"Marilyn!" Mrs. Garner yells. Apparently the class finds that hilarious because they start laughing; then I know why because I am suddenly hit with the small, foamy football we toss to someone with their hand raised when we're tired of sitting in a serious, learning environment.

The impact startles me and I am suddenly alert. My eyes take their time adjusting to the sudden brightness of the room.

Everyone laughs and I groan in annoyance.

"Now that you're awake..." Mrs. Garner smiles. "Please pass these out. They're the survey booklets."

Getting up, my legs feel wobbly and numb, but I quickly find my balance. I take the hits papers from Mrs. Garner and as I'm doing so, someone throws the football back to her, almost hitting me again.

"Need something?" I say with force, turning around and meeting eyes with Sasha. When I notice the class' expectant expressions, I try to lighten things up by laughing. It helps a little, but not much.

"Look, I'm tired," I mumble, yawning, mostly to myself. I begin to halfheartedly pass out the papers.

The reason I'm so tired is because last night I spent it awake and alert. I was staring at my bedroom door most of the time because I was terrified that Jennifer would come in there with a knife, ready to kill me this time, like a sneaky criminal stalking its prey. I'm grateful Jayson came when he did, but I don't know how he knew. I'll ask him again in Mr. Croaker's class, but this time, he better tell me the truth. When I had asked Jayson how he knew I was in trouble, he just shrugged it off and told me to watch my back around Jennifer. I let it go.

When everyone, including myself, has a booklet, I sit back down in my warm seat, take out my favorite lead pencil, and began reason the instructions since I slept through the verbal one Mrs. Garner gave the class.

"No talking," Mrs. Garner adds for good measure. "Anthony..."

"Wha...what? I never talk!" He says, placing a hand on is chest in mock hurt.

Mrs. Garner raises one eyebrow.

"Boy, your talking right now," she points out.

I smile.

"Um...okay." Anthony sighs and sinks low in his seat.

Looking back down at page one of my survey, I answer question number one.

1. How do you feel about yourself?

A) I hate myself

B) changing a few things would be nice...

C) I think I'm all right

D) I love who I am!

My answer: B

2. What do you first see in the mirror when you look at yourself?

A) face

B) chest

C) stomach

D) other

My answer: A

After several irritating questions about my body image and self esteem, the questions morphed into those about my drinking habits.

20. Do you have friends that drink regularly?

A) yes

B) no

My answer: A