Not Just Another Girl

Chapter One

Once again summer was over and It was time for school again. It was the day before school, and I wasn't even close to being ready to go back. I wasn't ready to go back and get bullied, teased, and beaten. I wanted to be home school but my mom says it's "Too hard and overrated." I don't understand how it would be "Too hard" I mean I would be working at my own pace and not too fast like I do in school, and wouldn't be bullied either. Sometimes I feel like no one understands me or even care.Before I go any further please allow me to introduce myself. I'm 17, and my name is Jaycee but I go by JayJay. I am 5'6, I am bisexual and I have long brown and black hair, Baby Blue eyes, and I have Snake Bites. I was born in California, but when I was 7 months old my parents decided to move to Arizona. We lived in Phoenix for almost a year then we moved to Apache Junction and we have lived here ever since. It's known as the "Ghetto" because all the drug dealers and stuff. I'm a sophomore In high school. I go to a This school called Apache Junction High School where unfortunately i'm constantly bullied, teased, and beaten. I'm an outcast and a loner who no one understands or cares about. For no reason I'm pushed down, put down, hit, and called lesbian, weird, a freak,and an outcast. I never really understood why I am bullied, I mean I never really did anything wrong to deserve this. I have always gotten good grades and passed my classes, I have always showed nothing but pure respect, and always treated everyone kindly. I really just want to be like everyone else and not some kind of outcast or freak. I want to fit in and be me and no one else. I'm tired of being different and standing out, or being that one kid. I want to be extraordinary, social, and I guess popular. I knew I didn't have what it took to be popular but i wasn't going to let that bother me, I was determined. Not only was i determined but I was also doubtful, I mean look at me... I could never be "Mrs.Popular" I wasn't good enough.That night I went to bed thinking about how to fit in but I had no idea where to start. I was afraid for the day that I knew was ahead, and all the people that were in that day too. I had a feeling tomorrow was going to suck, My first day of high school with not only the kids who bullied me last year but new bullies too. I was trying everything I could to not go to school but my parents weren't letting me stay home.

CHAPTER TWO

My alarm went off at Five in the morning I didn't want to get up, All I wanted was to sleep. I dragged myself out of bed and into the shower and then ate breakfast. The car ride seemed to take forever but I was alright with that since I didn't want to go anyways. When we got there everyone was in groups of friends and I knew I was going to be alone. My mom said "Have a good day" and she pulled away and I stood there for a moment Until I saw some bullies from last year and I walked really fast hoping they wouldn't see me. I was glad I made it to the school office safely, But I still had to get my schedule from the office. I was in the office for almost Twenty Minutes before they finally brought me my schedule and a school map, the campus was huge. As I was walking to my first class, which was Science someone came up behind me and knocked my binder out of my hands and laughed at me. I felt like a fool as everyone stood there staring at me and giggling, I picked up my binder and walked to class as if nothing happened.It was only the beginning of the day and I already wanted to go home and cry myself to sleep. My science teacher was a Jerk, who sat their and lectured us all hour. Next I had Girls Physical Education and I'm so not looking forward to it. A class full of preppy cheerleaders, and popular girls, of course I am the only non popular girl. This couldn't get any worse than what it already was, Or so I thought. As i was changing out in to my basketball shorts and P.E. shirt these girls walked by and started calling me fat. I tried to not let it get to me but it was very hard because I felt it was true.I Couldn't wait to get out of that class and away from all of those preppy girls. Unfortunately I was stuck with them for the next hour. We played Dodgeball and listened to the teacher tell us about herself, which was so boring.The bell finally rang and I was so glad to get out of their the best part of that class is getting out of their. I was hoping third hour would be better than the other two classes had been.My third hour was social studies My least favorite subject.I have always struggled with this subject because I can't find any intrest in it at all. Although I hate it I pass it every year with A's I can't stand it. At least there weren't any preppy girls in here it was mostly guys,thankfully this teacher was nice and didn't give us a lot of work. That class went by fast and it was quiet and there was close to no drama in their.