The Camp Counselor {Completed}[Editing]| Wattys2016

Chapter 3: Newbie

~At school~
Most of the time people are to quick to judge me. I have 0 friends at my school. And when I say 0 I mean 0. These people are so horrible to me here that whenever a new kid comes they see how everyone treats me and they seem to fall into the same path. Meaning that anyone who was almost my friend was scared away. Which explains why walking into school today to see a new student was not fun. ( Yes it was a new student for just the last week of school get over it.) Anyway.. school:

" Hey look it's a fat whale." Someone said while I walked into the school. I ignored them.
" I heard she pays people to let her touch them." Someone else said as I walked past to my locker. While I was sitting at my locker someone and a group of their friends stood next to me and ignored I was alive, constantly pushing me. The shortest of the entire group laughed and then said " I bet her dad killed himself so he didn't have to look at her." My eyes widened. I slammed my locker and turned around. I held up a finger and opened my mouth to talk when the new kid leaned back and gaged. Then everyone followed and said " EW" together. Then proceeding to run away.

Lunch was always the worst part of the day. There were no teachers in the cafeteria so people were free to be immature. Today was the worst so far.

"You know somewhere I read that whales have problems with staying clean." Some overly-preppy girl said while I slid my card to buy my lunch. I didn't let them get to me, they never really did anything physical to me except after school when they would throw me into pools with my clothes on, or when they would pour ice cold water all over me in the middle of winter.

When I got to a seat that was secluded in a tiny corner, I set my food aside and checked my phone. I had just finished liking a photo when some girl came from behind me and swiped my phone away.

"Give it back." I said reaching for it. She smiled. I recognized her, she was the pitcher for the softball team. She smirked, took aim and launched my phone at a corner of a concrete wall. It shattered. I frowned and looked back at my little table. Three girls were standing there with their food. They looked at each other and laughed. Each of them pouring their own hot chicken gravy onto my lap. One after one they crumpled the styrofoam and threw it onto my lap. The new girl stuck around. She picked up my chicken gravy and shook it around, as if she was thinking about she was going to do. She smiled and dumped it onto my head. Throwing the styrofoam cup onto my head and then opening my chocolate milk and pouring it down my shirt. I froze in shock. Everyone laughed while they exited the cafeteria staring at a chicken gravy statue. Lucky for me I always brought an extra shirt and my shampoo and a towel. I would take a shower in gym and then change into my fresh clothes. It would have worked, too, if those girls hadn't stolen my clothes.