Just don't go

Chapter 7-

I'd never been approached directly by a boy, so when a rather dashing one I recognised from my English class sauntered up to me at transition, I was quite startled. So startled, in fact, that I slammed my face into my locker door and yelped in shock- causing half of the hallway to stare at me in disgust for a few seconds. I glanced nervously at the boy, thoughts rushing through my head. What did he want to ask me? Prom was soon! Maybe he took a fancy to that poem I read out in class... Why was he staring at me? Does he think I'm pretty? Wait... do I have food on my face? Will he notice if I take a quick peek at my compact...?

"Hey Emily"

"It's Elizabeth"

"Yea, well, same thing. Your skirts tucked in your tights... Nice ass!"

I was mortified. I quickly flattened out my skirt to discover that it wasn't tucked in my tights in the first place. A group of boys behind me roared in laughter, the ringleader (Damien) pointed at me accusingly. I felt like his finger was punching right through my chest and into my heart - shattering it into a million pieces. I felt so embarrassed. I desperately searched the corridor, looking for Tee, so at least I would have a friend amongst the thousands of people who were mocking me, laughing at me, shaming me. A girl sauntered up to me, a grin spread across her evenly powdered face.

"What's the matter, Lizzie?"

I just stared at her, unable to find the words to express my distaste for her.

She was just one of those girls.

The ones that think they are beautiful and popular, but no one with a decent brain actually likes them.

Her nose pointed down like a witch's, her eyes were squinted, and her mouth was curled upwards in a satisfactory manner.

She probably had the same IQ as a goldfish, if not lower.