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IV

Art class ended, finally.

Freedom from that small Hell.

At this point in the day, it was break.

A fifteen minute time to have a snack, talk  and use the restroom.

For me, it was awful.

They all would tell me to stop eating and that I was fat.

They would trip me too.

All of this lead to me hiding in an old Janitor's closet that no one uses.

I walked to the closet, a grim expression playing on my ugly features.

I was called names, no surprise, although.

"UGLY!"

"WHORE!"

 "BITCH!"

"WORTHLESS!"

"PIECE OF SHIT!"

Their cruel words filled my ears constantly.

I slipped into the closet. An old leather couch (that I had cleaned) sat waiting for me.

I flopped onto the couch, shutting my eyes for a moment.

I felt light headed, and my stomach mad noises indicating that I needed to eat.

I refused to eat, my punishment for being such a loser. 

Fifteen minutes passed, and the bell let out it's horrendous sound.

I scurried out of the closet and into my next class, Science.

I took my seat, once again in the back.

Our extremely lazy science teacher, stood up and said something about a test.

Everyone groaned and muttered a few swears.

"Yeah, yeah shut it." he said.

He passed out our unnecessarily long study guide. 

Some of us- well, them.

I shouldn't be included in that.

Some of them took out their text books, some just did whatever they pleased.

I'm pretty sure our teacher was watching Netflix, granted he had head phones on.

I glanced around the cramped room, not in the mood to do anymore work.

I took out my composition notebook, that was filled with stories and poetry.

I quietly began to write, some girls looking at me, then proceeding to whisper and snicker.

I ignored them.

They wouldn't really look at me any way.

No matter how much I desperately wanted them to.

Please, look at me.

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