She walked through the halls completely alone, yet not completely because every eye was staring right her. she hated the attention because it's horrible. People didn't stare at her and want to be her or wish they could go out with her, they stared and laughed. Laughed because she was the outcast, because she was a loser, the loner. Laughed because she was different. She stared the ground as she walked, hearing not so discreet whispers around her she approached her locker, dialing the combination and the lock clicked open and the halls filled with instant hush, she bit her lower lip and opened her locker, a note fluttered out. She stared at it for a second before bending the knees picking it up, straightening up pushing her reddish brown hair out of face slightly so she could read it. She unfolded the piece of notebook paper and read it slowly, tears brimming in her eyes as she did so "go rot in a hole! No one loves you! It's all your fault!!! Hey emo, do us a favor will ya and go kill yourself?!" She read. The bottom of the note was signed by many people. She couldn't fold up the note again of put it in her locker before a droplet of water hit the paper. She was crying. She reached a hand up to her cheek and felt warm tears of hatred, sorrow, humility and shame touch her fingertips. She pulled her hand away and saw that her tears glistened in the fluorescents of the school hall lights, making it apparent to everyone that she indeed was crying. The halls erupted with laughter and a few people came up behind her and jabbed her in the back with their fingers. She bit her lip and tried not to sob and she folded up the note calmly and stuck it in her locker amongst the others, grabbing her books for the next class and closing her locker, still hearing howls of laughter as she passed through the halls. She walked past the algebra classroom when she felt a warm globule hit her in the back of the neck. Someone had spit on her. The saliva leaked down her neck slowly and down her black t-shirt, making her want to vomit. Some of the football players high-fived each other, congratulating the boy for making her life more of a Hell than it already was. The bell for class sounded and the students slowly filed out of the hallways and into their designated classrooms. She slipped into art class and took her seat in the back, next to the boy who never talked. She scratched at her arms under her jacket from underneath the table since her cuts started burning. She crossed her legs under the table, making her black skinny jeans rub together quietly. She felt something press against her hand and she froze, knitting her eyebrows together and looking over at the boy next to her, he looked over at her and nodded slightly, directing his eyes back to the table. She grabbed the item he was passing and she looked at it. Another note. She winced as the memories of this morning assaulted her mind, other instances bringing themselves back as well. She sighed to herself and unfolded the note quietly, her eyes scanning the print "my names Skylar. What's yours?" She stared at the paper and blinked a couple times, surprised that someone was being nice. Her thoughts protested with her as she struggled to figure out if this so called 'Skylar' was playing with her or if he was actually being nice. 'But who would be nice to a girl like me? I'm a loser' she thought to herself. Deciding that she had nothing to lose, she scrawled back a reply "Hannah. My name is Hannah."
((Hello my lovelies!!! This is my first story and I hope you like it!!!))
