"Stupid. That's all you are. You will never amount to anything, you worthless little liar."
This was the voice of my worst enemy, Johnson Parks. Everyday he says this, or something like it, to a new victim. Never to me. No one ever says anything to me. I sit in the corner and watch.
I watch my classmates go on with their lives and I write my observations in this little journal of mine. Teenagers are interesting. They become obsessed with something for five minutes and then drop it and move on with their care free lives. Just like Johnson and his pool of victims.
Me? I'm not like them. My name is Katherine Wissley. Not Katie. Just Katherine.
As I sit on my cold bench in the deserted corner of the school's yard and watch Johnson harass the poor boy I begin to wonder what life would be like without people that undermine your confidence. Probably much better than this world.
YOU ARE READING
From The Corner
General FictionKatherine was a girl with lots of opinions. Opinions that she tended to keep to herself, but when she witnesses a terrible crime she is forced to tell the world what she really thinks about the people at her school, including her newly found friend.
