Atelophobia

"Listen here, if you know what's good for you. See look around, no one likes you Hanna. Stop pretending everything is okay. It's not. Nobody sits with you for a reason. Freak.." Alison knocks my books off my lunch table. Her and her group all turn around giggling, walking away.

I wanted to run up to her and rip her fake hair out. But by then everyone was starring at me. People started to whisper. I'm anxiety kicked in.

I quickly grab my books with my hands shaking. Papers from my sketch book are scattered. I quickly pick then up before anyone sees.

I quickly throw my food away, haven't even ate a bite. Then I storm off to the bathroom.

I rub my eyes messing up my makeup. Tears start to build up in my eyes. I place my hands on the edge if the sink and hang my head.

I let some tears escape my eyes. I look right of the sink and on the wall in sharpie is, 'Hanna's a freak'.

I couldn't take it any longer. I needed to get out. I reach in my pencil bag and get out my pencil sharpener.

I try and pull the blade out but I couldn't unscrew the screw. I angrily grab the scissors instead. I lock myself in a stall and let the magic happen.

Once I'm done, I slide on my tons of bracelets and I roll down my sleeve.

I look in the mirror and fix my makeup. I take one last glance at my ugly self before I walk out, not noticing I'm forgetting my bag.

I see Alison walking my way so I quickly turn the corner the other way and head to art class as soon as I can.

I finally open the door when I realize I forgot my bag, and in that bag is my sketch book.

'Shit' I think as I run down the hall. Turning the corners I finally make it into the bathroom.

I see my bag on the floor, a small smile lights up.

"Looking for this?" Alison laughs.

I look up to her holding my sketch book.

"G-give it back..." I say looking up at her, intimidated.

"Oh, just want to add you have wonderful drawings. I added a few touch ups though to make then look perfect." She giggles and drops the book exiting the bathroom.

I ran over to my book and I open it up.

Different color sharpies scribbles across each drawing. On my last drawing Alison signed her name.

Could I last any longer? How much more can I handle before I give up?

I stuff my sketch book in my bag and race to art. I take my seat at the empty back table I always sit at.

I see Abby. She glances over at me but slowly sits next to Jake. Her new lover.

Abby use to be my best friend. We use to alway hang out all the time. Id always have sleepovers at her house. But this was in 7th grade. Once 9th grade hit everything went down hill.

I started to get picked on. Everyone started to hate me for some reason. My parents slowly begin to care less about me. My friends abandoned me. Abby was by my side until Alison called her a freak too. Abby and I got into a huge fight. She blamed me for everything. She said some hurtful stuff but this wasn't the first time this happened. Ever since her and I haven't talked since.

"Class may I have your attention. Today we got a new student. His name is Mason. He will be joining this class. Please Mason, have a seat at table 5 in the back with Hanna." She points to me.

I look down and get ready for a comment.

"Aye, Mason. Come sit over here!" Jake shouts.

I was really looking forward to sit next to someone, he turns his body to face Jake and he starts to walk. He turns his head and glances at me before he sits.

I shrug it off, nobody is going to sit with me. I'm crazy.

"Today we will assigned partners for a project. The 'what is love' project. You can draw, sculpt, or paint what love means to you. Ill pass out the packets and ill assign parents and you will have this class to brain storm." Mrs. Haventon grabs her papers and sits on her stool.

"Abby and Jake." Figures.

"Sarah and Patrick" Figures.

"Hannah and Mason" Figur- what!?

I turn my head to see Mason starring at me with a smile. Jake leans over and whispers something in his ear to cause his smile to fad away.

Mrs. Haventon finishes assigning people, " Now get with your partner and go at it." I turn my head to look at him.

I wait and sit because I'm not sitting at his table. He stands up and walks over. I quickly turn my head hiding my face with my long brown hair.

"Hi Hanna.. Is that right? I'm Mason."

And that is when everything started.

---------------------------------------------Thanks guys for reading. Yes in the beginning all that stuff happened to me. It's sad I know. But I hope you guys enjoyed it.

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