Unbearable

Chapter 1

"Alright class, simple math today." Mrs. Higgins called out. "Square root of 98?" She questioned the class. Nobody replied, especially not me. Hi, I'm Marisa. I'm 16 years old, and I've been bullied ever since the third grade of my anxiety. My teachers all tell me how smart I am, and I choose not to listen. It scares me to talk in front of people, besides my mother. "Marisa, would you like to share your answer?" She looked at me while she bit into her nail for the tenth time. I shook my head. "Alright what about.. Let's see, Kelly!" She called out. Ah, Kelly. I've been crushing on him ever since the fifth grade, but he didn't know. Just then, before he could spit his answer out, the bell rang. "Till tomorrow class." Mrs, Higgins yelled. Which, tomorrow was actually Saturday, but I let it slide. "Hi Marisa." A deep voice called from behind, I turned only to see Kelly. "Oh, hello, Kelly." I said back, blushing. "How are you today?" He said walking beside of me. "I'm good. Thanks for asking." I replied. "Why didn't you talk today in math?" He questioned. I just turned away and felt like I was drowning. "It's okay, you don't have to tell me, I was just wondering. You're incredibly smart, and that could help you out a lot, sometime." He said smiling at me. I smiled back, and walked into my next class. "Hey slither." Kristy Jankings yelled. She's called me slither ever since we were kids. The reason? I have no clue. Kristy was a very popular, and gorgeous girl. She had long blond hair that reached her back, and long legs that were as tan like she had just gotten back from the beach. She always had the latest outfits, and shoes, or whatever you could think of. "Hey bitch, are you not gonna talk to me?" Kristy said. I looked at her with my eyes widened, and she just laughed. "What? Have you never been called a bitch?" She looked at me with a huge smile on her face. As innocent as she looked, she could kill someone and nobody would ever question her. "No words, huh? Damn. You've become a shy." She said louder. The populars called the kids who didn't talk "shys". That was really stupid, but it just clicked at our school. I walked over to my seat, ready to put my stuff down, and then Kristy came and shoved me. "My seat today, bitch." She looked at me fiercely. "Okay." I said back ready to cry. I sat in the very back, and whispered under my breath, "I'm ready to go home."