What A Life(Book 3 of My Life Flipped)

School without friends

You would think I would be happy about not being sick and being able to go to school. No, I am not. EJ is sick, which is kind of a give me. Elena and Alicia are both on vacation, not the same vacation though, I found out the idiot way. Grace is sick as well. I would be pleased if I had any friends at school, but I will be lost in a sea of envious girls and jockey boys.

     I put on a plain grey dress shirt and a pair of black leggings. I ware black flats and I pulled my hair back into a high ponytail. I sighed and grabbed my bag and my keys. I got hit by the door as I walked out of my room and then I walked quickly down the steps, already have eaten breakfast. I called a good-bye to my family and was out the garage door, having every intention to stay home. I flipped inside in my Jeep, starting it. I opened the garage and drove as slowly as possible to get to school. i was fast enough not to be late, though I had to sprint into the school.

     I made my way to English and sat down in my seat just as the bell rang. I usually loved this subject, but with the absent of EJ class was quite boring. We were going to start reading the brilliant works of Shakespeare, obviously starting with the classic Romeo and Juliet. We were to read the first two chapters tonight and write a short summary about it.

     i was dreading gym, because girls were going to play basketball today and I was not the best player in the world. I bit my lip as I made my way to class. I got changed fairly quickly and walked out onto the gym floor, where all the girls were warming up their basketball skills. When we chose teams I was the last person forced to be on the team. I had no idea why, but I ignored it. I got hit in the face with the ball numerous times and I was surprised that the coach didn't notice one shot that was aimed directly at my face.

     After I got changed, I started walking to my history class and I had the werid feeling that people were literally following me, I turned to check behind me. Sure enough three girls that weren't in any of my classes were directly behind me, whispering to each other. Suddenly the ran at me, pushing me up against a locker, one of them had their arm crushed against my neck. "What do you want?" I struggled to say. They just smirked, one of them punched me in the stomach, it was amplified since I was against a locker.

      Two of the kicked me rather hard in the shins, causing me to slide down in pain, and their final blow was to hit my head against the locker hard. It made my head rattle. I saw a teacher turn the corner, it was my math teacher. The three girls were around the corner, they were smaller than me too! My trig teacher, a man in his early thirties came running to me. "Miss Tyler, are you all right?" I was still trying to regain the control of my breathing, so all that came out was a groan.

     "Well, you are going to be excused from your next class, I will help you to the nurse," he said, pulling my arm around his shoulders. He got me on my feet, though soon realized it would be easier to carry me. So there I was, being held in a cradle position by my trig teacher. Thank god he wasn't old. I had gotten my breathing steadied, but it hurt to breath. "Miss Tyler, what happened?" asked the nurse. "Girls...pushing...me against...a locker," I struggled to say. She nodded, putting her cool hand against my forehead.

     "What hurts?" I pointed to my stomach, pretty much where my rib broke last time. She nodded, rolling in her chair she grabbed an ice pack and rested it on my stomach, it hurt at first but then became numb. "Will she be all right to go to her next class?" asked my trig teacher. I wanted to laugh because I had his class next. The nurse turned to look at him, "Possibly Mr. Wilson, I will send her if she is, but at least you know where she is if she does not show up."

     I was happy to be released, with a caution stamp written on my head. I carefully walked to my trig class and when I arrived Mr. Wilson gave me a smile. I smiled shyly back at him and took my seat. Trig class was fun, who knew that could be possible, but Mr. Wilson was one of the funnest teachers at Forks High school. I was grateful when lunch came around though.

      I bought lunch today from the cafeteria. After I had gotten my pizza, apple sauce, fries, and water a couple girls walked by me and hit the tray up at me, causing it to get all over my shirt and face. "Are you freakin' kidding me!" I almost yelled. They tilted their heads, smirking. I was up to my last straw for one day, couldn't people keep their opinions to themselves, not take it out on my food. I stormed out of the lunch room and took my extra shirt out of my locker. It was a plain v-neck long long sleeve shirt.

     I took my phone out of my bra strap and dialed EJ's number. He picked up after the first ring, "Little Dove what's wrong?" He couched and I answered, while starting to cry, "EJ, people are cruel. Some girls pinned me against a locker and hurt me. Also a couple of girls threw my lunch food all over me." He sneezed, blew his nose and replied, "I wish I were there to protect you, I am so sorry. Just keep me in your mind to survive the rest of the day." I whispered, "I don't think I can, I love you though." Hopefully not rudely I hung up the phone, putting my phone back in its original spot, slamming my locker shut, I leaned against it.

     Tears flew freely down my face. I knew most people envied me here, but they didn't have to be mean about it. When the bell rang signaling lunch end, I was all too eager to finish the day and then bury myself in my bed. I felt a small tap on my head and saw a girl named Merissa standing there. She was in my next two classes. She reached a small fragile looking hand to me and said, "Come on, let's go." I smiled, taking her hand, and said, "Thanks." I grabbed my stuff out of my locker and walked with Merissa. Biology went slowly, very boring. I almost fell asleep learning about cells.

     I was thankful for the final class of the day, it dragged on as well but I welcomed it if it meant that I could get home after it. I, for some reason held my breath as the bell went off, I was all too grateful to plow through the doors of the school. The fresh air felt nice, but I was not happy whom welcomed me at my car. Their stood Jacob, Ethan, and a couple of their buddies. "Yes?" I asked, very annoyed. I was planning on getting home soon. They raised their eyebrows and stepped aside, revealing graffiti.

     It said, Stop being miss I'm so perfect U R a FAKER. They shook their heads and I looked behind me and saw a group of girls, five of which had already made their point today. I shook my head, dabbing my fingers under my eyes, trying to prevent the tears from falling. I had kept a small think of Windex in my car and I grabbed it. Scrubbing off the hateful words, fortunately they came off quickly.

     I got in my car and quckily drove off home. When I got into my room, I ran to my bed. I layed my face on my pillow and balled my eyes out, though I soon felt a tug on my shirt. I looked over to see Arabella looking at me with curious eyes "What's wrong sissy?" she asked, her small voice filled with concern. I managed a weak smile and picked her up, placing her in my lap. Arabella snuggled into me and I into her. "I just am frustrated with mean kids at school, they don't treat me fairly. When I am alone apparently I am an easy target."

     Arabella stroked my hand, in a comforting way. I was surprised she knew I was comforted in the way. I kissed her head and she said, "Do my hair please!" I smiled and reached over to grab my brush and a couple hair things from my nightstand. I started french braiding her long hair into two parts. To my surprise it didn't turn out terrible. I smiled and she got up off me and went to go check in the mirror. She came back out with a smile on her face. At least I can make one person smile, I thought.

     I gave Arabella a kiss on the head and after dinner that night I fell asleep with dreams of unpleasant events. Tossing and turning all night I prayed that tomorrow would be a better day.