Henry

Ignore, ignore, ignore...

"So, that's the new girl? She's not much to look at. Her boobs aren't even big," the boys behind her whispered obnoxiously loud.

She stabbed her chopsticks into her noodles, trying to ignore the comments about her that she could hear everywhere. Henry slurped up her ramen, holding back her deep brown hair so it wouldn't get in the way. I'm probably going to have to re-do my lipstick, she thought grumpily to herself.

"She eats like a guy," one of them said. 

Her fist closed around her chopsticks with frustration. Henry wiped her lips delicately and whipped around to face the two guys who were harrassing her. 

"You're not a nice sight on the eyes either, dick. Do you think you'd be able to kiss a girl with a slobbery mouth like yours?" she swore at the first boy. Then Henry faced the other boy and yelled, "So what if I eat like a guy? I burn it off with basketball. I have more muscles than you, you twig."

"We don't want you in this school, you slut. You probably enrolled here to be surrounded by guys like the whore you are." A thick, beefy guy retorted. His arms looked bigger than tree trunks and his eyes had a menacing glare to it. Henry laughed at him. Her eyes lit up in mirth, her bubbly laughter trickling out of her lips as she pointed at him like a little kid points to a clown.

"Having a lot of sex isn't an insult, you idiotic bull. It's obvious you aren't getting as much as me, that's for sure."

I'm digging my own grave, she smiled mockingly to herself. Henry grabbed her cup noodles and her chopsticks and high-tailed it out before the dumb jock realized what she said, drinking as much of the hot soup as possible to avoid spilling. She snapped the lid onto the cup as she ran,  swearing, "Fuck, my tongue!"

The bell chimed again. Henry walked around, looking for the art room. Earlier on, some boys had ambushed her and stolen her bag. Not that she had anything really important to her like her phone in there, but it did have all her books and her schedule. She remembered most of the subjects for today, but not her rooms. 

"I'll go see the office today after school and ask for another schedule," she resolved.

But for now, she stuck to wandering around hopelessly in the gigantic school. 

"Ah, Miss Willoworth. Nice of you to finally join us," the art teacher welcomed. She was an exceptionally tall woman (her heels made her tower over everyone even more) with a sleek figure, and very thin hands. Like spider's legs, Henry thought with a shudder. 

"Sorry , Mrs Ashley. I got lost."

"Where's all your things?"

"Long story," Henry muttered darkly. The boys in the art class sniggered. She could only recognize one person in the room; Chase from her normal class.

"So what are you going to do?" Mrs Ashley queried, displeasure evident in her frown.

"Well, maybe I'll be a nude model," Henry laughed.

"As if anyone would want to see your saggy tits!" a random boy yelled. 

"The same way no one wants to see your short dick," Henry smiled sweetly. 

Chased grinned at her and went, "Damn, she got you good!"

At least someone's on my side, she sighed. 

"Excuse you! Language!" Mrs Ashley barked. "Now, Henry, you come with me. We have to get you sorted out. Everyone else, you all know what to do. Get to it!"

"Yes, Miss," the class chorused. 

Henry groaned under her breath as she tuned out of what Mrs Ashley was saying. It's going to be like this for the next two years.

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I know the insults seemed kinda harsh, but really, I just wanted to make this whole slut-is-a-bad-thing clear. Anyways, comment, vote, and follow!! Duly appreciated~! <: