Recently I've discovered something, to go unnoticed is a skill I don't possess.
I woke up to loud noises coming from the down stairs of my house; I practically flew out of my bed. I realized that is was probably just my mom coming home drunk like she does every Tuesday. I decided to just go ahead and get ready for school. I got dressed in my usual dark blue skinny jeans, a flannel, and some black vans. Today I decided to switch it up and threw on a beanie to go along with it. Looking at myself in the mirror I sighed pulling on my jacket and made my way down stairs.
I walked into the kitchen to see my mother spread out across the floor with multiple broken bottles covering the surrounding area. I stepped around her careful to avoid all the glass and trying to not wake her up. I grabbed some water and an apple and made my way out the door and to my truck. My drive to school took about 20 minutes; I passed my old neighborhood, my old friends, my old life... After about ten more minutes of driving I made it into the schools parking lot.
The doors of the school opened and the sound of loud obnoxious teenagers came pouring out. I kept my head down as I walked through the door. I always try to keep myself from being noticed. Being noticed, when you're me, is not a good thing. Every time I get noticed bad things happen, I always end up getting hurt in some way.
I made it to my locker without anything happening, usually I get shoved around but today, nothing? I worked up the nerve to look around and see if something strange is going on. I guess I walked in at the same time as the male 'royalty' came into the school, everyone had moved out of their way so that they could walk through the hall. I focused my attention back onto my locker; I tried to open it without messing up my combination but instead I failed at least 10 times and gave up. Deciding that I wasn't going to be able to get my locker open, I turned around only to come to a hard stop. It felt as though I had ran into a brick wall, I looked up while rubbing my forehead.
My eyes just about popped out of my head, Marcus Lee was there, glaring at me. I slowly started to slide to the side and get out away but was brought to yet another hard stop. This time I ended up falling, to afraid to look up before standing I jumped up to be sent straight back down to the ground. People had already started to form a crowd around us. I felt a sharp pain in my head and realized that I had jumped up into the door of an open locker. I looked up to see all three of the male royalty, consisting of Marcus Lee, Jose Rodriguez, and Steven Saunders, staring at me, along with the rest of the student body.
I looked down so people couldn't see my face, I tried to hide it the best I could with my hair. Apparently this didn't work to well because I could hear the clicks from people's cellphone cameras going off every 5 seconds.
I felt someone jerk me up onto my feet but I couldn't bring myself to look at who the person was, let alone open my eyes to look at anything. I just stood there, eyes shut, up against the lockers that so kindly blocked me from escaping. I felt someone's hot breath getting closer and closer to me, I tried to lean away but of course this just caused me to slam my head into the lockers yet again. I opened my eyes when I felt their breath probably not even 3 inches from my face. Marcus was leaning in towards me with a not so happy face; he looked as though he was going to kill me.
I could feel the terrified look I was trying so hard to keep hidden creep onto my face. It must have been obvious because Marcus' 'famous smirk' appeared on his face.
"Are you really that afraid of me?" he asked with an amused tone.
"N...N...No" I couldn't even say a two letter word without stuttering
"Then why are you stuttering?"
"I...I d...don't like p...people being s..so close to me" yeah that's a reasonable reason, right? He's gonna believe that for sure.
"Ha, wow... you really are scared."
"I... I..." I couldn't finish my sentence before Marcus was jerked away from me, I froze in shock.
"WHAT THE HELL MAN?" was all I heard as I pushed my way out of the crowd and ran.
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The Not-So Forgotten Loser
Teen FictionValerie has been around, but not in the sexual sense. She's been around in the sense that she is the epitome of Murphy's Law, anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. She's been bullied past the point of sanity, she tried to hide from it all but...