My name is Anjule Harvey. I'm a 16
year old girl in California. My parents, God knows when they will end their marriage, I know it's soon. I can't even go into my room without one of them following me just to tell me how worthless I am. Could you imagine having parents like that? Only I know what it's like in my school. But no one knows, and they won't. Everyday I go to school I dress in my school uniform and put on a fake smile to go along with mascara that will soon be down my cheeks. I dread school with every ounce of blood in my body. I only have one friend. Cigarettes. They help me through everything. When bully's pick on me, I smoke. When a teacher makes fun of me for being "different and weird" I go to the school bathroom and smoke. I wish that one day, it would just take my life. Again with my parents. They don't make my life any easier. They always seem to be fighting with one another. I hate seeing them like this, but I just can't do anything to stop it. Trust me, I've tried. They just shoo me away and tell me to go bang every guy in the town. I guess you could say I'm your average teen huh?
*at school*
"Hey slut, when is your next fucking session? 3rd hour? Or can you not wait that long?"
Of course. Courtney Hughes. She has been bullying me for over 4 years now. She has even come to my house to tell my parents that I lost my virginity to a store clerk I get my smokes from. Lie. That's all she does just so she could get into my head. She and her little army of whores go around telling each teacher in my grade to put me in the back of the room so I don't get blood on the clean floor, the floor everyone sees.
[Bell Rings]
Great. Here comes hell.
I walk to class as calm as I can, but that soon fades away. As I enter the chemistry lab, there was at least 14 people staring and laughing at me. I couldn't help but turn around and try to run to the bathroom to see what they had been laughing at, but there she was blocking my way, Courtney.
"Where do you think you're going?" She giggles
"The bathroom, now let me leave."
"Oh, no no no, you are going to stay right here" she said pointing to the stool in the front of the room.
"No, I'm not, move out of my way!"
As I tried to leave she pushed me back onto the stool, which had hot glue on it. It stung my legs and hands, I tried to get up but the more I move, the more I get stuck.
[1st bell]
Great, what am I supposed to do now?
