True Life

Chapter 1: What Happened

It was the first day back at school, and I felt so scared. I felt that everyone would have remembered what happened last year with me an Tyler. Everyday I have flashbacks about that horrible day. The day that Tyler , the most popular kid in school, pulled out my hair. I felt so embarrassed ! But my rage of anger took over me. I had punched a kid in the face, for the first time ever an led him on the floor like he got stabbed in the face. I would have choked him but I couldn't have gotten into too much trouble. Like come on, it's the last day of school an I want to share it with all my friends, I can't just let one little thing get over it. But sure enough it did. I ran into the bathroom, crying my heart out an only to think that first period didn't even start yet. I couldn't believe that something that had occurred two minutes ago changed my whole life.

While in the stall crying, my best friend Kheara bangs on the stall door. "Tiffany, are you okay ? What happened ? Do I need to get a teacher ?" " No, I'm fine." I say." I just don't want the year to end." "Well, can you at least open the door so we can talk ?" I open the door slowly trying to hide my face full of tears. Kheara hands me a damp paper towel to clean my face with. " What happened back there ? All I saw was people laughing at you as you were running away. Are you okay ? You know you can tell me anything, cause I will shoot a b***h if I have too." Nothing it's just..." I couldn't finish what I was about to say because of Tyler's girlfriend Kristina and her dumb blonde and white friends walking into the bathroom. " Oh look who it is" Kristina says." might wanna fix your hair so it doesn't go flying again hahaha".Kristina was a small girl with brown hair and white highlights that made her look like a little old lady. Everyone liked her. I didn't know why though. I thought it was because of the fact that her boobs are bigger than her body and that she sends nudes to people." Kristina go away nobody likes your ugly-skank-self here."Kheara says. " Kheara your better than this ! You could have been popular like us an not with her. But it's too late now, we'll just find a new black person that's ghetto to be with us. And for you Tiffany, good luck finding a new boyfriend cause he just lost interest in your fake self. He needs a real girl with real hair an not someone who wears cheap weaves an has no ass and fake boobs. "Yeah," I said softly. I think everyone knows that your wearing one of those EXTREME push up bras with EXTREME padding in it. What a wannabe." Kheara trys to say something back but Kristina and her squad leaves the bathroom." Kheara, I'm so sorry that this had to happen. It's all my fault, I should have never told her that it was fake." I say. "It's fine, all that matters right now is that we get to math, cause were already late." The whole walk to math was silent. I knew Kheara was mad at me, but she was the one who made the decision to help me an see if I was okay.

Before we enter the classroom, Kheara fixes my hair." You should be fine throughout the day. And always remember that I'm always right here, I'll never leave you behind. Your like the little sister I always wanted, the daughter I never had. As we enter the classroom, all eyes are on us. " Hey look, it's the fake black Barbie and her best friend" one kid says and the whole classroom laughs. "Kheara, Tiffany why are you two late ?" the teacher asks. "We were called down to the Nurses Office" Kheara says. " Well, do you have passes?" " No." I say." Okay, then. Class start getting your workbooks. Go get them by rows. Once my row was called up, I walk slowly to the back of the room to go grab my book. Suddenly, the same kid that called me a fake Barbie trips me and I fall face-first on the floor. The class laughs. But the worst thing is... I fell right in front of my boyfriend Shawn. I still was confused of knowing if we were dating or not. "KLUTZ !" Shawn yells out. Definitely NOT DATING !

I know Kheara said that my day would get better but it didn't. It got even worse than I've ever thought. That day I walked into every class with people laughing at me. Since then I always wanted to commit suicide to take the pain away. A couple weeks later my mom finds out by one of my friends and was thinking about making me go to  Clifton Middle School. I went there in the 6th grade (Well, Half of the 6th grade) I grew up with everyone there. But the only problem was... the school I go to now has more black people, so I fit in with the crowd. Clifton doesn't. Clifton is known to be the biggest Middle School in the district and it has the most white people. But I was Black. I could never fit in. You can find me in a second. If I could time travel, I would've started at this exact moment. I would've wore my hair down instead of wearing that STUPID TIGHT A$$ PONYTAIL ! I just hope nobody got it on camera.