I Don't Believe It

Chapter 1

"Owww!" I yelped as another kick went to my stomach. "Shut up you stupid bitch!" She spat at me. She being Hayden Matthews, said placing her red heel on my side and pressing down, making we whimper in pain. "I run this school, every single inch of it. So that also means I run the people, even nerdy sluts like you." She took her heel off of me and smiled as she walked away with her clique.

Everyone was laughing, I didn't even have to raise my head to see it.

After a couple more seconds the laughter died down and everyone was shuffling in the hallways. I grabbed my glasses that were arms length away. I managed to push myself off the floor into a standing position, but a sharp pain pierced my stomach. I had to use every inch of willpower not to double over in pain. I managed to grab my binder and my materials for class and walk, well limp to class.

First class of the day, the dreaded subject of history. Don't get me wrong, I love school and always manage to get the best grades. But the people in this school is what I can not cope with. I guess you can call me a nerd. I spend most of my time reading, doing homework, and eating. I don't have alot of friends, maybe 3 max. 1 guy and 2 girls.

We've been friends since freshman year. They're not as super lame like me. Spencer is the wide reciever and saftey of our state famous football team. Stevie and Samantha, or Sam for short, are twins. They're really identical, the only way you can tell them apart is by the way they wear their friendship bracelets.

I know you're wondering why they aren't here to help me. Well they are always busy with school things. My activities are outside of school. For example, making sure I do everything my divorced parents tell me, do not get in trouble, and finish all my homework before I can watch Teen Titans, the old one of course and not that new baby material, or Star Wars.

My names Marie by the way. I'm 5'6, 18 and a senior at Shest High School. I have a skinny figure, not the aneroxia type, but skinny. It tooks me 3 years to lose all of my fat. I have shoulder length red and black hair and I am African American. My skin tone is lighter than others my race, I think maybe it's because my dad is mixed and my mom is full black. I have brown eyes that occasionally change to black. FYI I'm not the prettiest thing around.

Anyways back to school, I finished the quiz for history class and walked up to the teachers desk and laid it down. "Marie?" I heard my teacher say as I turned around. "Yes?" I said raising and eyebrow. " Are you ok?," I pushed my eyebrows together in confusion. "I mean I saw you slightly limping into the class." Shiz! He noticed. Think quick think. I got it! "I was rushing to class so right before I got to the door I hit my knee on a set of lockers." I said he looked as if he bought it and nodded his head for me to go back to my seat.

After a few more kids finished their test the bell rang signaling lunch. I honestly don't get why we have lunch at 10 in the morning, but whatever. I grabbed my stuff and headed towards the stairs. I made sure to keep my head down so no one has to bear my ugliness.

As I rush down the stairs I smack into a body causing me to stumble backwards and sending my papers flying everywhere for a second time today. I closed my eyes waiting for impact but I never felt the sting of cold tile hitting my bare skin. Instead I felt a pair of arms around my waist. I fixed my glasses to see who it was, I had to blink my eyes a couple time. This can not be happening, Will Kingston is not holding me! Marie shut up you hate him remember? Yeah, my conscience is right I do hate him.

I quickly push his arms away and compose myself. "Please don't ever touch me again." I mumbled picking up my stuff. " Heh. Well without me touching you, you would've fell." He said smirking as he crossed his arms. "Maybe I wanted to be on the ground!" I lifted my shirt so he could see the bruises on my stomach. "Thats where I belong anyways." I spat and with that I walked passed him, down the stairs, and into the lunch room.

I grabbed a tray and sat at my table. The same empty table I have been sitting at for 4 years now. I mentally smacked myself for being an idiot. Why did I have to show him my stomach? Now he thinks I'm a slut exposing my skin to everyone. Oh who cares, I hate him anyways. He was bound to make fun of me sometime.

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