Different

Two

I step out into the hall that is filled with familiar voices. Immediately I am able to locate Jessica although she is down on the first floor. She is standing next to the lockers that are located next to room 212 (my third period class) with the group of people I used to call my friends. I can't tell what Jessica says but it sends Addison into a burst of laughter. Following Addison's laughter, Renee looks over her shoulder and spots me walking down the stair case.
"Hey Jessica. Here comes the bitch."
"Oh perfect!" Jessica replies with a glare aimed straight to me.
I pick up the pace determined to make it to my locker before Jessica can reach me. I fumble around with my lockers lock failing to correctly put in the passcode. Frustrated, I kick my locker towards the bottom vents causing a shoe sized dent in the scratched black locker with the paint ripping off of the worn corners. I retrieve my textbooks and binders out of my old broken locker and shut it only to hear the first bell at the some time I shut my locker. I have two minutes until I have to be in class. My second class is only down this hall, take a right, then take a left, and it's the third classroom to the left on this hall. For once the feeling of hope overcomes all the other emotions bouncing around inside my pathetic body. I think I can make it to my class without I countering Jessica. Just as I'm turning right, around the corner is Jessica and my ex best friends Addison, Renee, and Ellen.
"What's the rush Alexandrea? Trying to get to class before you get to see my beautiful face? Such a shame." Jessica says while twirling her long, wavy, brown hair around her perfectly manicured finger.
"Listen Jessica. I don't have time for this. The bell is about to ring. I don't want to be late for my next class."
I try to not make any eye contact but Renee notices and comments.
"Aw look at that. A worthless little girl can't even make eye contact with her best friends. I know you know that your aren't worth anything, but I at least thought you would try to be worth something."
I clench my fist together tighter. The knowledge of punching her will just get me slammed into a lock is the only thing stoping me from denting that girl's face.
The bell rings and I soon realize that Jessica's group isn't backing down.
"So Alexandrea,"
-"My name is Alex."
"What ever. Your name is not important to me. Why should I waste my time knowing a girl who should have killed herself alreadys name? Girls, pin her down."
Before I know what is happening I'm being shoved into the girls bathroom, pushed against the metal stall doors facing the toilet. The back of my head is being pushed up against the door. I feel a warm substance trickling down the back of my head and dripping down my shirt. Each time I get pushed back into the door from trying to escape, I can feel the warm substance bleeding through my sweatshirt. It drips down the sleeves that reach down a little pasts my wrists and then I realize it is blood. It covers my hand and drips into the floor creating a puddle of blood surrounding my feet. My head is throbbing and the room begins to spin. I notice Renee pulling something out from her designer handbag. I couldn't make out what it was before it was being shoved down my throat. After that, I just remember collapsing into the ground and hitting my head on the fall down. As I was falling, I heard Jessica's voice whisper, "Don't say a word or I'll ruin you." The fading sounds of four pairs of high heels disappear before everything begins to spin even faster and a sheet of sheer black overcomes my vision.