"Shit!" I panickingly scream as I open my locker. Not expecting what's infront of me, I whine out "Fuck! Why ME!"
Red paint, splattered and dripping like blood, pooling at the bottom and clinging to my textbooks, seeping into my folders, and smelling like something that shouldn’t be there. Gum. Dozens of chewed-up gum smashed onto my notebook covers, hanging from the shelf like rotting ornaments. Some are stuck between pages, others stretched like webs. It's disgusting. It's deliberate.
Fucckk, I let out a groan. Who the fuck would actually do all this. It's insanity
An obnoxious giggle creeped in from behind me.
I close my locker in defeat and turn around to see Adrianna standing with satisfaction splattered across her face, one hand on the hip and the other twirled a strand of her hair around her finger, chewing on gum. As always, Carla is standing 2 steps behind her.
Too exhausted to speak, I just stare at her, letting the silence say everything I can’t. I’m too used to it by now, too used to the games.
Too tired of cleaning up everyone else’s mess.
She doesn't care. Like continuing the silence, she extends her arm, palm open with expectation. Like a silent command, another daily routine.
In a form to rebel, I place my hand on top of hers. I shoot at her a simple grin.
She shoved it away, slapping it off hers. I wince and rub my hand in attempt to sooth out the sting.
"You must think your funny huh?" She breaks the silence. "Why do you even come to school? No one wants you here."
"Like i want to be here," I scoff.
"Jump off then."
I glare.
"Grab her," Adriana snaps, eyes sharp with amusement and cruelty. She doesn’t move a muscle herself, she doesn’t have to. Carla steps forward, reaching for me like I’m nothing but a task to complete.
Luckily, I'm faster this time. Instincts taking over, I duck under her arms. Turning on my heel and bolting in the opposite direction. My shoes skid against the floor as I sprint down the hall.
Still hearing their voices behind me. There's shouting and frustration but I don't look back. I turn a corner sharp enough to slip, just barely catching myself, and crashing through the door of my second period classroom.
The teacher, Mr, Miller, pauses mid-sentence. A few heads turn.
I don’t say a word. I just head straight for my seat, chest heaving, trying to look calm while my heart pounded.
Carla reaching behind me in matter of seconds, stomps her feet firm. Scoffingly, she turns her heels around and heads back to rejoin Adrianna in the hall. I can hear her being scolded harshly
"Late to class," Mr. Miller greets me in pretense, like he didn’t just watch Carla chasing me down the hall not even twenty seconds ago.
"Yeah," I respond back and look down at my table. Jagged words written across the surface of my desk. I read them all to myself. Slut, freak, whore, kys, waste of space. My stomach turns.
Click-clack, heels against the tile. Laughter too sweet to be genuine. Adrianna enters first, still twirling a strand of her hair, followed closely by Carla
Both taking their own seats 2 tables behind me, I watched as Adrianna settling down her notebook, still smirking like she just won something.
"Freak" Adrianna mumbles loud enough for me to hear.
"Attention seeker," I accidentally let out.
Oops, Did I just say that outloud? I earned myself a cold glare.
"Mr. Miller! Max is picking on me!" she whines.
Are you we not high school freshmen?! Hello?? I thought to myself, this is ridiculous.
"The both of you, in my office, after school is over" he snaps. "What?! No! Why me?!" Adrianna wails.
"Both of you!"
"Yes sir.." we both reluctantly respond.
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When The World Turns
Teen Fiction"When the World Turns" follows Max Mei Lin, a girl struggling with bullying at school and abuse at home, she meets Ethan Gomez, a compassionate boy who offers her support and a chance at healing, sparking a connection that could change her life. An...
