Mrs.Hokamp, my first period ELAR teacher excused my tardiness once she saw the ice pack and began the lesson. She told us she was giving us a break and going back to some Greek Mythology. At least today will be easy.
Mrs.Hokamp passed out the packets on "Daedalus and Icarus" a short story about a boy and his father who escaped from a tower with wings that are glued together by wax. His father tells him not to fly too close to the sun but the boy doesn't listen and his wings fall apart causing him to fall to his death into the sea.
One thing I love about Greek Mythology, is that it has a lesson learned, a moral. You know? I filled out the questions in the packet and turned it in to Mrs. Hokamp. She thanked me for my hard work and graded my paper.
For the rest of the period I just sat in the back of the class room trying to avoid the rest of my classmate's whispers, jokes, and gestures. I felt a light tap on my shoulder and turned around to see Makayla. This girl has had nothing but rude, snobby, things to say to me since the 9th grade, and it never fails, every year I have at least two classes with her.
"Yes, Makalya?" I asked nervously, not that I was nervous it was just that I most likely wouldn't be able to handle her insults. "You look really pretty today, those shoes are cute too." She told me. I was kind of set back at her kind words because this chick hates me.
But I shyly replied with a small "Thank you, I think you look nice too." She laughed and exclaimed "You really thought I would compliment you." She threw her head back and high-fived two of her friends. Something I would never have. "You are so pathetic." The girl on the right, Megan told me.
"You can say that again." Claire, Makayla's other friend smirked. Why do they even bother me. I have zero friends and they mess with me for the sake of it. These girl actually have friends. More than I'll ever have. Just why me?
I placed my head and arms on the desk and tried my best to be strong. You can do this Naomi, and Diggy wants to be your friend so that's a start, no need to beat yourself up about it. Class is almost over and Diggy is walking you to class and all will be well. I encouraged myself.
Now that I realize it, I've seen Diggy around school for about two weeks now but I never really noticed him. I try not to take hold of new faces because I feel like they'll just do what everyone else does to me and I already have enough negativity in my life at school.
The bell finally rung and I waited outside by the door for Diggy. "Naomi, I saw you and your little lover boy walking to class together. You think you have friends now?" It was no one other than Justin. "I actually do feel that Diggy wants to be my friend." I told him. Justin stepped a little closer. "You really believe that anyone would want to be your friend?"
He pushed me back a little. "Is that why you dressed up a bit? Or was it for me?" He smirked. "Justin, girls don't dress for boys, especially not this one, and most definitely not for you. Why would I dress up for a guy who bullies me with his friends every day?" I questioned.
"Does somebody want to get dropped again?" He threatened. "Is that any way to treat a lady?" It was Diggy. Justin looked supried. "So this is your lover boy? Huh Naomi?" Justin got in my face a little. "Justin why do you care? You don't even like me. You give me bruises."
"You're the one who had in he hallway didn't you? Crying with her things all over the floor?" Diggy shook his head. "That's real disrespectful man. Now Naomi and I have a class to get to, so go bother someone else." Diggy pushed Justin back a bit and grabbed my hand leading me though the hall to Mr.Jones class. Well that was interesting.
"Thanks Diggy, the way you stood up for me back there was really sweet. I appreciate it." I told him. He pulled me into a hug which was kind of unexpected but nice. "Anything for a friend right?" He smiled. "Right."
