Looking down from heaven

Bitch from 24 Homecroft avenue

Leela's Pov
Everyone knew it was me.

Before, people just thought it was Chloe that sent it.

Chloe was my mask, I hid behind her knowing how people would treat me if they found out.

But Lucas told everybody.

I can't blame him, I'd make sure my boyfriend had a good reputation.

So as I put on my school uniform, let's just say I was dreading school.

Putting on my shirt: shit fuck shit, school. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Buttoning up my shirt: Don't worry Leela, it's fine. Not everyone will know will they?

Putting on my skirt: of course everyone will know. Everybody follows Lucas. He's the hottest boy in school!

Putting on my knee high socks: shit fuck shit, everyone will know, I'll be the bitchiest friend in history.

Putting on my blazer: They'll want me to die. And I won't be able to cope. I'll kill my self like Chloe.

Straightening my collar: I won't cope with greeting bullied, I just.. Can't....

Putting on my kickers: I'll be the bitch from 24 Homecroft avenue. The one that got drunk at the party. The one who takes cocaine. The one who dates the biggest douchebag in school. The crazy whore that sent the text.

Tying up my laces: Shit. Shit. Shit.

And with those negative thoughts I snatched my bag in a hot sweat and ran out the door.

Anxiety bubbled up my from my stomach, squeezing through my chest and strangling my throat.

My heart rate pounding, every second faster than the other.

My breathes panted like a dog, quickening rapidly.

I swung open the school doors, held held high, wiping the clinging sweat off my hand onto my skirt.

I wish I could say I could contain that confidence but I couldn't.

Not when everybody's storming eyes are staring at you, brimming with pent up anger.

Some eyes pierced you with the look of intense detestation.

Some, looked you up and down with abhorrence.

I never knew what is was like to be reviled, but now I knew.

It was a horrible feeling of rejection and you felt so despised like you were being walked all over.

Just like dirt under their feet.

And if it was a repetition of Chloe... I would be walked over by them. Literally.

It all seemed to have happened before, just in a different perspective this time.

By now, my guilt level has risen up and up through my body, waiting to be let out by the ending of me.

But I was not going to be a victim of the shitheads. I was going to rise above it.

I will not repeat a Chloe.

Suddenly, something hard hit my head.

I will not repeat a Chloe.

Without thinking, I rapidly back kicked this anonymous figure in the stomach.

I heard a hard groan and then a snack as this person fell on the floor.

There was a thick, heavy silence around me. I could cut it with a knife.

I knew this wasn't who I thought it was...

Slowly, oh so slowly, I tip toes around and-

Oh. My. God.

What have I done?