Mistaken Identity

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MELISSA'S POV

I swear I'm going insane. I got suspended for two whole days. It would have been more like two weeks but Mr. Anderson some how convinced the teachers that it should only be two days. I don't know how, I mean they think I punched a student. The student was apparently one of Vicky's friends. Chloe I think her name was, so she would cry the whole time.

Christy kept trying to convince me that this Chloe girl deserved it. I don't remember what happened but I really dought that this girl deserved it. Did Mr.Anderson deserve to get a broken nose because be was a teacher.

I guess I haven't been feeling like myself, because my personalities switched like crazy. Vicky kept taking control to cheer me up. Jackie kept taking control because she was so panicked about the situation. Christy kept coming about because of the anger that I felt towards the whole situation. Tori didn't come out, but she almost never comes out. Especially because of the isolation.

My mom was really nice about it. I know She wasn't nice to Christy, because Jackie kept telling me all smug. My mother was nice to everyone else.

She came up to the school and told the secretary, Mrs. Stokes, that I needed to be picked up. I don't know how she reacted when they explained what I had done to the poor innocent girl. They don't even know why and to be honest I don't know either. I cried the whole way home and my mom just gave me this look that I made out as pity.

That's why I didn't want to go back to school today. I would have been better off if the had suspended me for the amount of time they were originally going for. It's Thursday at least, only two days of suffering before I get to the weekend. But, I'll still have to suffer through myself this weekend.

That's what I thought about as the big yellow bus parked at the front of the bus and began to release us. I thanked him as I trudged down the steep stairs. I smelled the fresh morning air. It had rained last night so the damp smell filled me. I loved the smell of rain, and I love the feeling you get before the Rain begins.

"Stop thinking so much thoughts and have fun" Vicky's childish voice told me. "Not everything in this world is sunshine and rainbows, princess." Christy replied to Vicky sourly. "Stop ruining her fun Christy. Let her Be." I whispered to her as softly as I could.

I hated when Christy did that to Vicky or even Jackie. It was too harsh to be me. "Could you walk any faster fatty" Tori screamed. I knew it was Tori because she was the only one who constantly made fun of my weight. I ignored her, but started quickening in response. Tori makes me self-conscious. Of course I ignore her but, you can't take those words lightly. Even if you know there not true.

I was finally at my locker. I put in the combination and grabbed text books. I grabbed a few regular reading books for Jackie, and then I headed for Mr. Anderson's room.

as I walked to the class I saw someone unfamiliar walking towards me. Stupid Vicky. Please ignore, please ignore me, please ignore me, i silently chanted in my head. I guess my luck wasn't that good because he stopped when he neared me. Tori screamed inside my head "Oh. my. god. He is so hot. Let me take control, i have to put my charm on him." i scolded Tori and somehow managed to hold her back.

"Christy, remember me, two days ago, basketball coarts. I forgot to give you my number so we could hang out next weekend." He said in a light voice. The name Christy caught me of guard. what did you do, Christy, i thought to her. "Well...umm...i kind of...none of your buseniss you know that." Christy replied. Anger rushed through me. Christy was probably too of guard to take over, and i was releved of that.

I didn't know what to do so i grabbed my phone out of my pocket and handed it to him. I forced a fake smile on my face. I've learned how to act like Vicky so i could hang with her friends, but i never learned how to hang with Christy's friend because she normally never talked to anyone.

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