I hate school. I hated the people that I went to school with. I use to think not everyone at my school was mean but I was wrong. Everyone in my class was mean. I use to have friends and we would hang out all the time. Go shopping, watch movies, pretty much your normal stuff that girls do but then like every high school popularity was important. My friends wanted that and I never cared for it. Little did I know that being myself and not conforming to my high school would end with me being alone. I did use to have a best friend and she was the only friend that kinda new my story. She knew how I felt about the way I look and other insecurities that I had but it turned out she was just using me to get more information for the popular kids to bully me about. That situation was the situation that started the down fall. So now when I walk in to school I keep my head down and hope that no one will notice me.
I would make it to my locker and I could feel the looks. I know that I didn't do anything to the anyone but they need a target and I was the easiest one . As I walked to English class I try to cancel out everything that was going on around me because I have to give a speech. Class started and my goal was to wait till the last possible second to raise my hand give my speech. I looked at the clock and saw there was only a couple minutes left and it felt like a weight going. Then my teacher said the one thing I was scared of, "Ally why don't you go ahead and give your speech that way everyone is done. I looked at him and all of the joy I had disappeared. As I walked up to the front of the class and looked out, all I could see were the preppy kids giving me a death stare one would say. So I decided that I wasn't going to give in to them and give them the pleasure of getting out of the class on time so I started talking.
My speech went over the bell and the other kids were not to happy. " Way to hold us back Ally." " "Ally I swear if I have to wait in the lunch line forever." "God why couldn't you have just finished you speech on time. No one was even listening to you." As they were saying these thing to me I told myself to keep it together and don't let them see me cry because crying in front to them would just give them more to came at me with.
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