The wind whispered to no end through my hair. First day of school and I already knew I would hate it. Thoughts ran through my head from last year "Slut, Emo, Attention Seeker." The words that haunted me. Said from the mouths of people that used to be my best friends, or so I thought. I could hear the creak of the bus, stop in front of me. The dreading walk onto the school bus. I walked to the back not saying a word to anyone. I sat down and leaned my head up against the window. I felt the cold glass on my forehead "If I could just get through the day without talking to anyone, everything will be alright." I thought in my head. Before I knew it the bus had stopped. I was the last to get off. I walked up to the school doors. I walked in and up the stairs and found my locker. I put in my backpack and took out my math book. "Hey Ava!" The only words I seemed to hear from all of the loud voices surrounding me. It was Christina. I hadn't seen her since July. She ran up and hugged me. I hugged back. "How've you been girly?!" She asked with cheer in her voice. "I've been uhm fine!" I replied with a slight stutter. "That's good-" Then the bell rang. "I'd love to stay and talk but gotta get to class!" She said running off. I took my book and folders into the classroom. I sat down in the hard plastic chair. "Good morning, My name is Mrs. Vincent. I will be your homeroom teacher." Her voiced seemed to boom across the room. I turned around in my chair to see I was sitting by the person I hated, the person that made me feel worthless. Chase Daniels. I put my head towards my desk. Mrs. Vincent started with attendance. "Ava Warden?" She called as I raised my hand. Chase looked at me. "Oh you again?" He laughed nudging me. "Please leave me alone." I whispered under my breath. I knew he had heard me, He just wasn't listening. After a while of nudging and name calling he left me alone. I wasn't letting him get any joy out of his wrongdoings. Home room had finally come to an end. I left the classroom with a slight sigh of relief. It was lunch. I was glad the day was going by fast. I sat down at a lunch table by myself. I wasn't going to eat. I waited for lunch to be over. The bell rang, I got up and left. I made it to my locker to get my next books. Then Chase comes by, Shoving me into my locker and locking me in. I panicked, looking out the little creases seeing him and his friends were the last in the hallway. I screamed bloody murder and pounded on the locker door with my fists trying to break free. I started to cry. I saw a janitor walk by so I screamed and pounded on my locker. "Over here!" I said crying out. He ran over to the locker and took a screwdriver to the locker. I stepped out in great relief. "Thank you!" I cried. I took my backpack out of my locker, I walked in the bathroom and saw all of my mascara and eyeliner dripping. I washed my face and redid my make-up and walked out. I walked into the classroom. "Where were you young lady?!" The teacher exclaimed at me. "I-I was shoved into a locker." I whispered walking to her desk. "Oh were you now? No proof. Sorry I know it's the first day of school but I already have to mark an unexcused tardy, sorry kid!" She said rudely. I sighed and slammed my stuff on my desk. I daydreamed through the whole class and before I knew it, it was time to go home. I walked home, wasn't risking riding on the bus. I approached my house. Walking in the door with my dog waiting there, his name is Dawson. I fluffed his little ears and set down my back pack at the door and went into my room. I opened my laptop. Facebook, filled with hate messages towards me. I closed it as soon as I opened it. I sat for about an hour thinking "What did I do to deserve this? What did I do to them?" I started to cry. I felt extreme sadness and hatred against the world. I crawled under my covers. My pillow was now wet with my tears. I lied down and cried myself to sleep that night. I knew the next day wasn't going to be an easy one.
