I walked down the halls of my new school. Being the new girl was a pain in the arse, especially when it was my senior year.
Not knowing anyone killed the buzz of this supposedly being one of the best years of my life. I'd be greeted every so often with a hello here & there but never had an actually conversation with one student in this high school.
People always whispered in the hallways as I walked by. I don't know why though. I never got in anyone's business & tried my best to be as nice as could be. Maybe it was because I wasn't exactly that out of shape & kept a good figure or that I was a natural beauty.
Boys noticed me, giving me winks & waves but never talked to me. And that was because I was the new girl. It wasn't because they were shy.
They were mostly the guys who waited for girls to throw themselves at them. I stayed as far away as I could from being one of those girls. I just stayed my regular nerdy, shy self.
Well, that is until I was noticed by a group of girls just months before I graduated.
This group of girls weren't the ones anyone wanted to be noticed by. They were snotty, stuck up, & took no ones bullshit.
It was after my last class on a Friday. I was walking to my locker when the head of their 'clique' walked up to me. What I thought was just going to be a friendly greeting turned into a war of insults being trade.
Me against six fake as hell, bleach blonde tramps. Every one of them looked alike. It was like they had surgery just to look like one another, at least that's what it looked like.
The words started when Bailey thought it'd be just lovely to taunt me about how I was a shy, quiet school girl. Then went on to say how her boyfriend or whatever the hell he was gave me a slight smile.
So the dude was trying to be nice, big deal. But because he is HERS it was just terrible to see him say one word or do one action to any other girl who was not her.
It was pathetic.
I was getting tired of her harsh words against me & decided to say a little something back. It started with how fake her & her 'clique' was & ended with her opening her legs for every guy who walked in the building.
Of course there was some hair pulling but it was me who was thrown to the ground, six girls clawing my face & arms while one attempted to tare my clothing. Animals. They were like a heard of wild ass animals with no class whatsoever.
I was then passed out or knocked out, either or bit who knows, & placed outside the school, in an alley by a dumpster with a note on me that read 'You're trash so stay where you belong'.
I finally gave out & bawled my eyes out, bringing my knees up to my face & hugging my arms around them. I could care less about the bruises, scratches, or wounds placed over my frail skin.
I was tormented by these, these whatever they are & couldn't feel any worse.
I soon realized the dark gray clouds that appeared in the sky along with a loud roll of thunder. Before I could leave from that horrible alley rain began to pour down on me. Oh great.
I cried even more as I realized how much I hated it here. I tried my best to keep in the fact that I wasn't liked at this school but now that I have months left with these girls killed me on the inside.
I just wanted to have a normal teenage life but no. I had to be shy & quiet & be tormented for it. Why couldn't I have been normal for once? God I was a complete mistake.
