The witch girl

Same story, different words on the page.

I sat at my desk. Homeroom. I hated it. As I drew in my notebook a paper ball hit my head. Mm my favorite people. Stacy and her group. A blonde haired blue eyed princess who had everyone wrapped around her finger.
"Hey, witch girl! Why not take a swan dive off the roof!" They laughed. So funny of them. They tell me to almost every day. I wanted to rip their heads off and feed it to a dog. No that would be rude to the dog wouldn't it? Oh well. Some other animal that likes to eat obnoxious people I suppose.
"Need a pencil?" A voice asked. I hadn't even realized I had broken mine. Guess I was quite angry.
"No. I'm good, thank you" I replied. I think he just transferred? He has dirty blonde hair and a pink streak in his hair. Green eyes. They were honestly pretty. He had some light freckles near his nose and some blush. Oh yeah, Ellis was his name. I liked his outfit honestly, red shirt and white jacket with black jeans. I looked down at my drawing and continued. It started with a butterfly then the next thing I knew my whole book was covered and I hadn't heard a single thing the teacher had said.
There was a loud crash and I covered my ears.
Loud noises I hated almost as much as Stacy. Ugh even her name just makes me mad. I looked up.
"Are you okay?" The boy asked me. Me? He was actually willingly speaking to me? And checking up on me? I nodded at the boy. Hmm. He won't for much longer that's for sure. Soon he will learn that I am a freak. The social outcast. Anyone who talks to me and isn't new will immediately be forgotten or turned against me. Always been that way. I had gotten used to it really.
"Sorry something happened in the gym," the teacher said. I wasn't really listening fully. I had started to doodle on the desk. As soon as I heard the bell rang I erased it. My next class I went to where I always sit in every class, the back. As I drew I thought about the boy's eyes. They were so pretty. His smile was too. Ugh was I seriously thinking about this boy? I shook the thoughts away. *Focus on your work* I told myself. I hated English class. Sure I liked to write poems sometimes but I still hate English class. I put my head on my desk and sighed.