The Girl with The Bad Handwriting

☼ Chapter 24: I'm Sorry, Abuela

Next time you guys want to inflict pain on another human being, use a Barbie doll. Those things hurt.

I should know because my cousin flushed my toothbrush down the toilet after I slapped her with my Barbie doll...(I was 4)

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The more I think about Kyle, the more things I realize. Technically, he is my first crush ever. Growing up, all the boys were stupid and would thinks it's 'cute' when they would tease girls when they had a crush on them.

Ok, maybe I never had a boyfriend in my whole entire life, but there is nothing wrong with that! I don't even know the first thing that couples do or talk about! I just came to the terms that I will die all alone and probably marry a box of pizza that I'll eat in less than a minute.

"Ugh, hey Lavender?" Kyle snaps me out of my thoughts and I look over at him. "Is it ok if Melissa can join our group." I feel like replying back to him, 'sure, if you want to fail the class'

"I don't know," I shrug. "It's the teachers call, really." I say, getting uncomfortable.

"Yeah, we asked the teacher this morning and he said it was fine." He nods his head at me.

"Well I guess she can join." I sigh.

"Great!" He smiles and waves her over. I notice how she sways her hips with every move she makes, walking over to our table. Why me, God?! I mentally curse in my head when she sits down, smacking her gum, and twirls a piece of her brunette hair in her finger.

"Melissa, this is Lavender." Fun, I'm meeting the girlfriend. Kyle gestures to me and I notice she makes a disgusted look on her face. "Lavender, Melissa." I give her a small forced smile and look back down at my paper.

"First, we have to answer the prompt. 'Why is it important to use the order or operations?" I say, noticing Melissa could care less about this. Go figures.

"It's important so we can get the correct answer." Kyle says and I sigh, knowing they were gonna get this wrong. The day we were going over this subject was the day when Kyle and Melissa kept eye-raping each other from across the room.

"No," I grit out and sigh. "We use it so everyone, globally, can get the same answer as one another."

"Boring! Anyways, Kyle, we should totes like go to the movies at like tonight." She laughs, twirling her hair again.

"Could you two maybe discuss your play date later? We need to work on this project." I say with my face void of any emotion.

"Can you like not interrupt, irrelevant person. Just do the stuff without us anyways." She scoffs and flips her hair over her shoulder, going back to talking to Kyle. This goes on for a couple of minutes before Kyle gets up to leave, using the bathroom.

"Listen," I rest my palm on my desk and lean in closer to her. "I know you don't like me and I'm fine with that because I don't like your snotty butt either. This is my grade. If you want to fail, go ahead be my guest, but don't you dare drag me down with you." I glare at her.

"You know you could always leave, no one here would care if you did." She leans back in her chair, filling her nails while I roll my eyes at her, not in the mood.

"If you don't help, I will not write your name on top of here to lie and say you did do work." I grumble to her.

"I don't care." She sticks her nose up in the air and I can't help but imagine me climbing over the table and ripping her hair out of her head. "The only thing I care about is being popular, not stupid work. My social ranking will totes go down from talking to a freak like you." She explains and I furrow my eyebrows at her.

"What social ranking?" I question.

"God," she scoffs, rolling her eyes. "You really are stupid." She says and I feel like strangling her with my converse shoe laces. "The social ranking is like a food chain, a good one and it has numbers on it." She picks at her pink fake nails. "Lets just cut to the chase, trash like you belong at the bottom of the food chain while, people who actually matter," she pauses, putting a hand on her chest. "Like me, are at the top."

She brings out nail polish from her backpack and starts painting over the fake nails....Meanwhile, I can feel my face heat up at the insult. I bite my lip and look down at the table.

I walk through the crowded hall with a wide grin on my face, getting pushed and shoved into the wall in the process, but the grin on my face doesn't waver at all. I can't believe I just got first place for the science fair! I made a car that was controlled by a mouse trap. Naturally, it took me awhile to finally set it up correctly but I managed to do it!

I went outside, holding my mouse trap car and went on my knees on the grass, sitting close to the concrete sidewalk. I took my pencil out, putting it on top of the trap, setting it off. I start to laugh when I see it take off down the sidewalk. I run, trying to catch up to it and see a mean group of sixth graders standing next to my car.

I watch one of them pick it up, examining the first place ribbon on it. "First place, huh?" He looks at me and I nod, putting a grin on my face. "Looks like trash!" All the other kids around him laugh and my smile slowly fades into a frown. Kids in my grade would always say how mean the sixth graders are, I just never knew they could be so harsh.

"P-please don't say that, m-my grandma helped me s-set it up." My bottom lip trembles as I try to speak up for myself.

"Lame! You couldn't even finish it your self! What a weak stupid little girl." I flinch, seeing him smirk at me and I watch in horror as he throws my car on the ground, stomping on it while the other boys do the same.

"No! Stop!" I start to sob as I watch the wood crack in half and the string rip off of it. I try to get to my car but they are huddled around it in a circle. Whenever I try to get in, they always push me back out. Finally, they stop and high five each other, leaving me alone with my destroyed car.

My hands tremble as I pick up a big wood piece, staring at it with sadness and disappointment, for my grandma had told me the night before on her bed at the hospital to put my first place car in her casket when she was buried.

She always had faith in me and believed I would win, I wish she was here today...More tears slide down my face as I try to pick up all the pieces of the car.

"I'm sorry, Abuela." I whisper softly, looking up at the sky, hoping she is watching and listening to me.

"Did I miss anything?" Kyle shakes me out of my thoughts and I shake my head, no.

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Hope you all enjoyed this chapter!

I must admit, I got a bit teary-eyes towards the end of writing this chapter.

Xoxoxo