Over The Edge

Chapter One

I took off my glasses and stared at my tear stained face in the mirror a little longer. Gosh I was so ugly. Not to mention the fact that I'm a huge nerd. I could see why Arabella Booth and her band of bitches targeted me. I was so easy to pick on. Everyday, they make me hate myself more and more.

I studied the hideous reflection that was me. My skin is pale and surprisingly clear but that didn't mean I thought I was beautiful. My stright, dirty blonde hair was up in a pony tail. When it was down, it's to the middle of my ribs. My brown eyes looked bloodshot from all the crying. I hated all of it.

I am a good girl, I guess you could say. I'm quiet and I've never been in trouble with a teacher before. I get straight A's. I am pretty much the definition of a geek. I even dress like one. And the glasses complete the dork look.

I wiped my face and tried to calm down. If I went back to class with signs of my crying, I'd surely get it worse later. I haven't told anyone about Arabella's horrible words. If I did, they'll probably just make it worse anyway so there was no point. She and her slaves, Emi and Callie, would probably make up some lie to turn it around on me.

I honestly don't know what I did to make them hate me so much. Maybe it was for simply existing. Maybe it's cause the bitches know I have better grades than them. It could be because eventually, guys are gonna realize that they don't want sluts like them and go for someone like me. Whatever the reason, I have absolutely no clue what it is.

I looked in the mirror again. My face was almost back to normal. That meant I could go back to class. Yay. I'll probably be crying before the hour's over and there was only twenty minutes left. Unfortunately, I sat next to Emi in this particular class which was history, my fifth hour.

History wasn't my least favorite class but it sure as hell wasn't the best. My favorite class was art which was fourth hour. I had to admit, I was pretty good at art. Once I got a hold on a pencil and piece of paper, I could draw nonstop. It was like the entire world faded. Plus, I didn't have to worry about the bitches in that class. They were "too good" for it.

I left the bathroom and walked down the long hallway. I looked around. The lockers were green which was our school color. There were posters with bears on them. Bears were our mascot, if you haven't guessed already.

I turned the final corner and walked back into class. "Oh, Novalee! Glad you decided to come back!" Mr. Hatter said loudly. I could feel my checks growing warm as the entire class laughed. I quickly walked to my desk and sat down.

But that's when I realized something was not right. Someone had definitely put something in the chair. I could feel it through my jeans. I looked over at Emi, who was silently laughing. I stood straight up. She put ketchup in my chair!

Before I could say anything to Mr. Hatter, Emi screamed "Oh my god Novalee! You're bleeding everywhere! Ever heard of a thing called a tampon?"

I couldn't help it or fight it anymore. I started crying in front of everyone. "It's fucking ketchup! Emi put it in my chair!"

Before anyone could point out that I said fucking, Emi stood up and said "Why would you say or even think that?! We're friends!" God she was such a good liar.

"No! We're not friends you whore! I hate you and you have no idea how badly I want to hit you with a bus!" With that, I walked out of the room. I could hear Emi's obviously fake sobs behind me. I was going to be in so much trouble tomorrow but I don't care anymore. I'm done being pushed around.

I walked stright to my locker got, all my stuff, and walked out of the school. I didn't bother going to the office or telling anyone. I just simply left. At times like these, I'm happy my school's in walking distance from my house. It was only five minutes.

I got home and went straight for the shower. Just a quick one so I'll stop smelling like ketchup. I got in and quickly rinsed off. I wrapped a towel around me. I went over and wiped the fogged up mirror. I stared at myself for a really long time. I was done being bullied and disrespected. I was done being the nerd. I was going to find a way to change and I knew exactly how.