The morning began like all the mornings before it since moving to a small town. I dreaded breakfast knowing I would hear the same thing from my mother I heard every school day. Standing behind the wall, I took a deep breath and let the air out. Only then did I stomp into the kitchen. My mothers eyes scanned me from head to toe as I rushed to my chair.
Before I was even seated, mom said, "Hannah,you should..."
I slapped the table. "Please, not again. This is they way I dress." I buried my face in my hands.
"Why can't u were jeans like the other girls?"
I shook my head from side to side. "Because I'm not like the other girls."
"Hannah...."
My mothers trailing off voice caused me to look up I saw the pain on her face, but I wasn't going to let a bunch of self-righteous, small town girls ruin my life. They needed to move into the twenty-first century, not force me to be as backwards as them. They dressed like boys. Some even wore overalls.
"Look,mom,I'll be okay. It's just that I'm like new in the school so.they'll get used to me soon"
Now it was my mother who shook her head. I knew she was right, but I wouldn't be me who gave in. They'd all think I was weak if I did. Anyway, I was right.
Nothing more was said so I finished my breakfast and, with a peck on my mothers cheek, I dashed out the door before she could even say more.
After a boring bus ride, I transferred the books not needed until after lunch from my book bag to my hall locker. I spun around when I heard a noise behind me. Martha weathers was flanked by her two cronies Lauren kavanagh and Orla Connolly. The girls on the ends shuffled forward forming a circle that trapped me. But it was Martha my eyes were locked on. It wasn't only that she was taller than me-- when you're 5'1"
Everyone is taller-- but Martha was six or seven inches taller. And she was broad, outweighing me by a good forty pounds.
I backed up against the cold metal of the locker and stared up at her, maintaining eye contact, clenching my teeth. She wouldn't dare to hit me in school would she??
Martha pointed a calloused stubby finger inches from my nose and said, "stay away from our boyfriends."
My jaw dropped and my mouth hung open. "What I never even spoke to them"
"They look at u all the time"
"They're interested in u"
"Well I'm not interested in them.
Now leave me alone. I have to get ready for first period."
Martha's eyes narrowed and for a moment I thought she was going to hit me.alls he did, however, was huff and glare down at me
I don't know what would have
Happened next if Tyler Harrington hadn't called out.
"Hey,Hannah, did ya do ur math homework."
Martha turned and scowled then she said , "Beat it. We're talking."
Tyler stopped walking to look
From one girl to the next. He was a boy, and was bigger than me,
But not that athletic type and I
WA sure Martha could beat him up. After an eternity of silence, Martha stormed
Away with her two friends rushing after her.
"Thanks Tyler."
"No problem.they still bothering u ain't they?
My chin dropped to my chest and I nodded. I felt Tyler's hand on my shoulder, but as soon as I looked up her jerked it away
"Let's got to first period," I said while closing my locker
Tyler was my only friend. But he was a boy and I couldn't tell him things I used to tell me best friend in my old school.
Moving to this small,
Conservative town had made my
Life miserable
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