I sat in my bed staring down at the ground. Watching my hot tears fall on the floor and splatter.
There was no more pain I could suffer.
•••
I walked down the hall without glancing at anyone. They all stared at me like I was a fat pig. Sofia, Olivia, or even Mae hadn't even made eye contact with me.
"Okay. So I've been talking with the guidance counselor, and we both realized that this school is very... Selective. Most of you all have your groups of friends, but I think we should all really try to expand that circle." Shouted Coach as she rested her same clipboard on her hip. Staring down at all of us.
"So today. For some baskets, we'll be in small groups... And I'll pick them." Everyone let out a loud groan and some girls whispered to their friends.
Coach Gilsby shifted us into different groups by calling out our names.
"Group C. We've got Alissa, Maya...Uh... Cara and Taylor. You all are in a group. Head over there." She pointed off into the corner by the field tracks.
"Excuse me Coach." I suddenly heard from one of my group members. "I would really like to not be in a group with.. um... Her." She pointed over to me like I was a piece of fish skin.
"Listen Alissa. She's fine. Ok? You have no idea if any of this.... Stuff is true. So drop it." Whispered Coach to the girl. Then she turned around and smiled at me. As if that helped.
•••
We had been basket tossing for a couple of minutes and I just fitted my self in. I tried to be one of the carriers, which was a less noticeable job.
Soon we were headed back to the lockers to wash up.
"So did you really do it?" One girl shouted to me. She was walking behind me with a group of friends.
I ignored her until we got back into the lockers. I undressed out of my tight uniform and wrapped my body in a towel.
Suddenly someone came from behind and yanked off my towel. Reveling my entire small body.
"Look! It's the body of a killer." A group of girls soon surrounded me.
"Guys. Please stop." I shouted still trying to hide my body. It was now swarm of girls. Some had taken out their phones and were video taping me, taking photos like I was an animal.
"Rot in hell. You're a murderer. I hope you die." Most of them yelled and spit on me. I cuddled back into a corner but I couldn't get away.
One of them came close and slapped me across the face. I shouted in pain as the yells continued.
It was blurry and all I could see was girls surrounding me and snarling at me.
How could my life have changed so much?
I was now the monster.
