The Hate Game

10 | Sadie

The letter was in her locker.

Sadie had been receiving lots of letters recently. No, not the fan mail type of letter, but the hate mail. You know, folded up pieces of notebook paper with foul words and pictures that were crude depictions of herself. So the next day (Thursday) after the first day of school, Sadie Leftwich approached her locker and noticed the pieces of paper sticking out of the little slits at the top. Anticipating the rude comments that were inside of it, she angrily tore it out and ripped it in half, before stomping to the bathroom.

It was really all for show, really. The ripping in half, stomping, slamming the stall door shut - she did it in case anyone was watching her, she would look distraught and angry and sad. In reality, she read all of the letters, and she was excited to read this one. Because yesterday she didn't get any in her locker, since it was the first day of school and all, people were getting back into the groove and stuff. But now she had one, on the second day? Looks like people were back to their normal routines, which meant she had to get back on track too.

She pulled out her tape from her bag and attached the two halves of the paper together. She took into note how it wasn't cheap, crappy notebook paper that held the words that would lead to her demise. It was nice white paper, even nicer than printer paper. She began to have her suspicions about who this letter was from - obviously someone rich enough to write with paper like this, rather than a 1 subject 70 paged college ruled notebook.

The next few moments were a blur for Sadie Leftwich. First, as she began to read the letter, a shudder ran through her, as if all the happiness had left and was replaced with all the bad feelings she had been trying to compress all summer. Her heart pounded intensely against her chest, as if someone was watching her. She had finished reading through the letter once when she heard the bathroom door open. A few giggly girls walked in and stood at the mirror (right in front of Sadie's stall) and giggled about cute new teachers and how their outfits were so on point. Sadie clenched her fists angrily, then began to re-read the letter again. She read it over and over, until she heard the first period bell ring, startling her. She didn't know what to do. Should she go to this locker in C hall to confirm her way into the game? Hell yeah she wanted to play, she was so sick and tired of people here picking on her. This letter was her gateway to revenge, a way to show the rest of the school what it felt like when everyone hated on her. But then again, she needed to get to class, or else she wouldn't get a seat, and we all know how that went yesterday...

Yesterday...

Memories of Giselle taunting Sadie made her fists clench harder. Maybe this was what made her go to the C locker. Or maybe it was the thought of seeing more hate letters in her locker, or more glances and whispers as she walked down the hall. She thought of Jessie, she knew that Jessie was tired of her, but Jessie was really the only friend she had now. Somehow that made her angrier. Either way, in that bathroom stall, Sadie Leftwich decided she was going to play the game, and she was going to win. For herself.

So she went to the locker.

[author's note :D]

A short chappie, I know. But I've decided that the chapters where the characters receive their letters should be fairly short.

YAYAYAYAYAY!

Thanks for reading :)

- DC