Switching Lives

Life in the Low Lane

Life as Margo Allen couldn't be any better. Wrong. So wrong in so many ways.

I hit my locker out of frustration.

"Open you damned thing!" I yell. People passing by give me weird looks but I ignore it and glare at my locker. I hit it again and someone pushes me out of the way. When I think they're going to help I smile a little then they duck under mine and open it. The girl grabs her books and closes it. My jaw drops and I stare at her as she stands and turns to me. Are you fucking serious?! She raises an eyebrow and walks away.

I kick her locker and lean my head against my locker. I take a deep breath and try my combination again. I yank on the handle to open the door but it doesn't budge. The bell rings for class to start and I hit the locker door again before walking to class. I've tried talking to the administration lady but she didn't give two hoots about my situation and had continued reading her magazine. I went back a couple of days later and she said she had bigger problems and resumed her phone call with a friend. Time after time I went to her and all she would do is give me a pity look before going back to whatever it is she did before I complained.

I open the door to the classroom and all eyes land on me.

"Why are you late?" Mr. Johnson asks.

"Woke up late." I lie.

"Where's your homework?" I switch the leg I'm standing on.

"In my locker." I mumble.

"I'm sorry. What was that?"

"In my locker." I tell him louder.

"And why is it in your locker and not in my hand?"

"Well I'm having-"

"Save your excuses for a teacher who cares. Your homework is now late. Late to class and no homework I ought to give you detention but I don't want to stay out later than I already have to. Take a seat." Realising my mouth is still open I close it and quietly walk to an available seat. A guy sticks his foot out and I trip over it. "Quit fooling around and take a seat!" The teacher yells. The class laughs as I hastily and clumsily get up.

Lunch was one of my least favorite times of the day. To most that would seem like an insult but that's because they have friends to sit with and talk about anything and everything, they have food from their houses or went out to buy their food, and they aren't constantly getting their trays spilled on them. So much so that they have to bring an extra pair of clothes. You guessed right, that person is me. I don't have anyone to sit with, hardly food to call food, and my own "food" spilled on me.

Princess Kate Jones comes over to me with a fake smile plastered on her face.

"Hey Margo! Why are you sitting all by yourself?" I open my mouth to speak but she beats me to it. "Oh! That's right! You don't have any friends. Isn't that sad girls?" All the girls behind her nod their bobble heads at the same time with pity looks. "Well I know we only have a week left of school and everything but if you want-" Then her hand "slips" and she throws my food on clothes and it splashes into my hair. Everyone who saw the whole thing unwind starts laughing causing everyone in the cafeteria to look and laugh. I quietly stand up and walk out the cafeteria. I go to the closest girls bathroom and rinse out all the "chili and macaroni" out of my hair then go to a stall to change my clothes. I throw the dirty clothes in a bag I brought for these kind of emergencies. I look at myself in the mirror before I let a tear fall. Only a week left Margo. I wipe the tear off, take a deep breath, and walk out of the bathroom and to try again with my locker.

All throughout the day I had to get yelled at by teachers and pushed away by the same girl from before first period while I was trying to open my locker. I kept going back to my locker in hopes of it finally opening which never happened. Finally after seventh period the girl under me hit my locker with some rythym or another and it opened. Not taking any chances I grabbed all my stuff and decided to squeeze it into my backpack.

"God, now can you please shut the hell up?" The girl says before walking away. My last class was the same as every other except this time I didn't get yelled at for being late or not turning in homework. I still somehow got picked on by the teacher and classmates.

By the end of the day as I was walking toward the doors to the front of school I noticed it was pouring down. Deciding to wait it out until the rain wasn't as heavy or completely went away I decided to work on my homework. Sitting down against the wall I pulled out all my homework for the day and started on it. An hour and a half I finished but the rain was only pouring down more. I put all my work up and decided to run home in the rain. Damn it! The one day I forget to bring a jacket! Sighing and mentally banging my head against a brick wall I run for home.

Ten minutes later my clothes are sticking to me, my backpack is soaked, and my hair is stuck to my face. I unlock the front door and take a step inside where I'm only standing on the welcome carpet.

"Dad!" I yell. I bend down to take off my shoes and turn them upside down to take all the water out. "Dad!" I call again. He comes running from the living room. He takes in my appearance and smiles. "Don't even think about saying it Dad. Please get me a towel."

"Oh come on! Just once?" He begs.

"No! Dad please I'm cold!" He sighs.

"Fine." He turns to go toward the bathroom. "Did someone rain on your parade?" He yells and starts laughing.

"Dad! That joke is not funny!"

"It's a little funny!" He says disappearing.

"No it isn't." He comes back with a towel and throws it at me. Of course, me being me, I don't catch it. "Will you make me some hot chocolate?" I ask drying myself off.

"Bad day?"

"Well technically a normal day seeing as how I have the same problems every single day." He comes over to me and gives me a kiss on the head.

"It'll be okay sweetie. I love you." He whispers.

"I love you and your terrible puns too Dad." I say smiling. He nods and goes to the kitchen while I wrap myself in the towel and head upstairs with my backpack. After taking a a hot ten minute shower and getting dressed I put my hair in a side braid and throw my wet clothes in the dryer. I head to the living room where Dad is watching a football game. I sit on the floor next him and look inside my backpack in hopes that my homework and notes are still dry. After that relief I go to put my backpack by the front door and hop on the couch with my dad. He hands me my hot chocolate and I wrap myself under the blanket. After replaying the day I feel a tear fall. Then another one. Dad notices and puts his arm around me.

"What's wrong?" How do I tell him that I can't take being pushed around? Literally. I can't tell him the things people say to me but I also can't tell him that those words don't hurt either. I cant tell him that even the teachers cant stand to look at me. I can't lie to him but I can't tell him the truth either. So instead I shake my head.

"Nothing. I was just thinking of Aiden. I miss him." I tell him instead. Dad gives me a squeeze and kisses the top of my head again.

"Me too sweetie. Me too." After the third quarter of the game I go upstairs to lay down. Knowing I won't be falling asleep any time soon since its only 8:56 I watch Netflix on my computer. By the time it's eleven o'clock I turn off my computer and go to sleep. Only one week left Margo. You can do this. Oh boy, I hope you're right brain.

AN:/ Heys guys! I'm trying out this new story! Tell me what you think!
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