Beware of the Quiet Ones

Where it all began

A loud buzzing interuppts my dreams of Channing Tatum asking me to marry him. I groan loudly and roll over and slap my alarm repeatedly. God this thing won't turn the fuck off. I continue trying to shut it off without opening my eyes but soon give up when I can't find the damn button. I roll onto my back and stretch as I yawn. Today's the first day of senior year. I miss my friends. I do not miss the work and I definitely do not miss the popular assholes. I don't see why no one just says something to them. But then I again I never did so I couldn't really say much. I climbed out of my bed and let down my semi wet hair that was piled on top of my head in a bun all night. I took a shower last night and I guess my hair hadn't completely dried just yet. I walk over to my vanity and groan as I see my reflection. I look like one of the walking dead zombies. Fuck my life. I walk over to my closet and yank open the door and walk in. Yea I have a walk in closet. Yea my parents are loaded. Does it help me at school? Not one bit. Of course I would go to the one high school in America where money didn't matter as much as it did every where else. Why? Cause that's just my luck. I pick out black ripped skinny jeans and a flowy white tank top. After changing into my bra and underwear for the day I get dressed. I walk over to my vanity and sat down. Scrunching up my nose at my apperance. My jet black hair was in a tangly mess ending just below my breasts. My face looked disoriented and tired from my night out last night. Yea. Good idea to go out on a Sunday? I think not. I brush through my hair and after 10 minutes I finally get it all smooth. It's still a little damp so I just put some product in it to keep it shiny and smooth through out the day. I put on some grey and white eye shadow adding a little blue in their. I apply mascarra to make my lashes longer. Grab my clear lip gloss and apply it over my pouty lips. Smiling at my apperance I stand up and grab my turquoise chuck taylors. After I have them on I grab my owl neck lace that is the same shade as my eyes shadow and shoes. I slip it on. I then grab my leather jacket off the back of my chair that sits in the corner of my room. I take one more look in the mirror I decide I look good and grag my bag slinging it over my shoulder to where it hangs down past my hip slightly. I loved this old thing. It was a black shoulder bag that hung loosely on my side. Across the front was gold and silver sequins in a tribal design. It was cute but durable. Overall a perfect bag for a teenager. I got it as a birthday present the beginning of my freshman year. Since my birthday is the beginning of September I get all my presents in the beginng of every school year. I grab my phone off the charger on my bedside table and walk out the door. After climbing down my stairs I come to an empty and lifeless living room. Typical. Gone before I leave for school. Both my parents worked long hours. My mom being some manager at some mortgage company and my step dad working as a supervisor of a bunch of mechanics. I know it sounds lame but their pay checks make you think otherwise. I grab my keys out of my purse and lock the front door on my way out. The cold fall air of Iowa blows against my back. Yes I live in Iowa. Waterloo, Iowa. It's not as 'country' as you might think. You'll see why. I jump into my black charger and after starting the engine, I peel out of the driveway. I crank the radio and the song Dueces by Chris Brown comes on. I know it's old. But so is your mom and you still listen to her so you can't judge me. I start singing along as I drive my way to West High School. I pull into the parking lot about 10 minutes later. Students all ready swarm the parking lot. The nerds sitting next to their environment friendly cars. The jocks with their big and loud cars. The popular girls with their cute cars. And then theres me. I'm not really classified as anything. Not popular. Not lame either. Not smart. Not dumb. Not hot. But not ugly. Just average. That's the word I use to describe myself. Pathetic right? I jump out of my car and slam the door shut. I was in a pissed off mood already. Don't ask me why. I don't know. Maybe it's the fact that I'm back on school property after 2 months of blissfull freedom. My best friend and probably the only reason I still show up to this hell hole is my Madelyn. But she hates being called that. It's strictly Maddie. She has a bright red boy cut hair style. Yet that doesn't stop her from looking amazing. With a bar piercing in her ear she managed to look slightly bad ass. Even though we where far from it. At least that's what I thought. I see her running towards me with her bag bouncing at her side. She dressed in black leggings and a batman t~shirt. Her black vans slap against the pavement as she nears me. I laugh at the sight of her doing anything that involves physical movement and sit on the hood of my car. She eventually reaches me and I laugh at her expression, she looks as if she just ran a marathon. Poor baby. Exersice was never really her thing. That did stop her from having a body though. She wasnt small like I was. She had noticable curves to her. She was thick for a white girl to sum it up. Even though she thought she was fat. I had a flat stoumach and small curves. Nothing major. A c-cup bra and a small ass. I knew it too. It was depressing. "Hey maddie" I smiled at her. After regaining her breath she sat down next to me. We had 20 minutes till classes started. So we just chill in the parking lot every morning. As did everyone else. "Hey babe" she said back. "Let ditch the first day of school. I don't wanna face them. You know it's the worst on the first day." She sighs and looks into the sky. Maddie is the target of most of the bullying that the populars enforce. They tease her and pull pranks on her. For some reason they leave me alone. I don't know why. I mean me and Maddie are basically twins. We are exactly alike. Why her? Who knows though. I sigh and hop off my car and grab her shoulders making her face me as she stills sits on my hood. "This year will be different. I promise. We can get through this together. You know they only pick on you because they don't understand how someone can be so beautiful and awesome right?" I smile at her. She smiles back at me and pulls me into a bone crushing hug. "I don't know what I would do without you Lex" she says into my shoulder. After a few seconds I feel her stiffen. I let her go and look at her face with a confused expression. Pure fear is written across her features and she's not looking at me. She's looking behind me. I turn around to come face to face with the Satan's spawn her self. Kylie Becker. Flanking her she has Sydney Johnson and Heaven Buckely. A few others stand behind them curiously watching over their shoulder. Fuck. Me. "You guys lesbians now? Or what? " She laughs at me. Flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder. Letting her blue eyes slice into me. I stand there like an idiot. I don't know what to say. Maddie is gripping my arm. "Just g-go away Kylie" I stutter. Suprised I said anything at all she raises her eyebrow at me. Taking a step closer she cocks her head to the side. "And if I don't?" She daringly says to me. By now we had everyone's attention. People crowded with their phones out recording us. After I didn't respond. " that's what I thought." She laughs. Anger boils inside of me. Do something!! My subconscious shouts. Show her she's not all that. I keep my calm though despite the loud protests in my head. Just when she turns to walk away and I think it's over she whips back around. Stepping so close to me I could smell her whore perfume. "No wonder Evan killed himself he couldn't stand to be around you" she whispered to me. That's when I lost it. Anger flowed through me. She was about two feet ahead of me with her back turned to me. I reached out and grabbed the back of her neck and through her to the ground. She fell with a yelp of suprise. "You dumb bitch" I screamed at her. I walked over to her and started hitting her. She grabbed my hair and tried to hit me. But I couldn't feel a thing expect my fist colliding with her head. Eventually a ache spread throughout my head from her constant pulling so I grabbed her shoulders and lifted her up only to use all my force to slam her back down. She let go of my hair and gasped for air. I got up and kicked her in the stoumach. "Dont ever mention him!" I screamed kicking her again. She groaned and rolled over. I grabbed her shirt and pulled her up to my level as I knelt down on one knee. "I'm done with your shit you fucking cunt" I spat in her face. It wasn't until I stood up and wiped my face that I realized my lip was bleeding. Or that Maddie was pulling on my arm tugging me away from her body curled on the pavement 10 feet from my car. Did I really throw her that hard? Her lip was busted open along with her eye brow and she had a few cuts on her cheeks from my fists. Her hair was a mess. Her clothes rumpled up and creased. She looked like shit. And I was proud of myself. I smiled triumphantly and let Maddie drag me back to my car. The whole parking lot was going wild. I turned to Maddie and told her to go to class. She didn't need to be involved with this. Everyone crowed around me and cheered. I caught a few people saying 'the bitch is down' and 'where the hell did this chick come from'. I smiled and got into my car turning on the engine. I honked the horn until everyone moved away from my car. I cranked the song Problem by Natalia Killz. I was done being the normal quiet girl. I was so done with being average. If people wanted to try and bully me. I wasn't going to make it easy for them. I was far beyond done. Just wait till they see me tomorrow.