Chapter 5

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    Once I got to my class, all eyes were following me. I sat down in my seat and water dripped on the floor. There was a squishing sound, and all the students turned their heads to face me. 

    It only took one person to say, "Haha she looks like a mop!", to make all the students burst into laughter.

    "What, it's not like you guys haven't seen a mop before!" I shouted.

    "You look so stupid!" one student yelled through the laughter.

    The teacher was asleep, and once he was nobody could wake him up. So, there was nothing the teacher could do to stop this.

    I didn't want people to call me a 'chicken' or 'wimp' because I was going to run out of the room. So, I had to sit there and take all the insults. 

    Throughout the rest of the day, people kept calling me a mop. Even in my last class, when I was completely dry. The students wouldn't stop.

    Ophelia was to obsessed with her boyfriend to even care, and sometimes she would be the one who insulted me.

    By the end of my s*** filled day, I felt like a piece of s***.

    By the time I got home, Chris called. To be honest he is the last person I want to be calling me right now, but I pressed the green button on my phone.  I didn't realize what I had done until he said hello.

    "Oh, hi Chris!"

    The response didn't seem to come from him.  The voice was higher than his, much like a girl's, "Yes, hi.  Is this Sawyer Crow?"

    "Yeah, why?"

    "Will you stop talking to Chris, for like, the rest of you f*cking life, thanks bye."

    Just before she hung up I thought I heard Chris say, "Thanks for getting rid of that b*tch"

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