Take Me As I Am

The First Encounter

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Chapter 1: The First Encounter

Tiffany's POV

I swear to fucking God no one loves me.

That thought flashed through my mind as I ran down the hall. Just a few minutes ago I was embarassed by a boy named Quentin and his friends. Those bastards.

Five minutes ago...

I was walking down the hall to my locker. It was lunch time, but I never went on the count it wouldn't hurt to skip a meal or two.

As I approached my locker I see Quentin and a couple of his friends standing in front of my locker conversating. My chest tightened from fear. I knew as soon as I came near my locker Quentin was going to make fun of me, and his two bozo friends were going to laugh along to his little joke. The thing I didn't count on was him being too mean. When I say too mean, I mean too mean. You would think I was conversating with Lucifer himself.

I pushed the feeling of fear down and went to my locker. When I arrived there they didn't even notice I was there. How was it hard to miss me? I mean, I'm look like I big walking circus with all these colors in my Disney sweater.

I cleared my throat. I guess that's all it took for them to notice me. Quentin and his friends looked down at me with a look a disgust. I just averted my eyes from their gaze.

"Can you and your friends move from in front of my locker, Quentin?"

He contintue to look at me, but a smirk formed on his face. I braced myself for what he was about to say, but I didn't suspect this to come out of his mouth.

"Why don't you move us? I mean, look at you, you big as a bull. I'm pretty sure you can move us."

I looked at him as he high fived his two naive friends. I just ignored him. I didn't have time for this.

"Quentin, can you please just move?", I asked beggingly.

He looked down at me & scoffed. He moved in from in front of my locker with his clones right behind him. I finally let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Relief came too soon because it wasn't over. I didn't see him as he turnt around and yelled these hateful words.

"I hope you don't think you're pretty Tiffany because you're not. I mean, look at you. You're tall, fat and ugly. A horrible combination. I see why you're mom doesn't even care if you there or not. I don't blame her. If you were my child I wouldn't claim you either. I would've dumped you ass in dumpster somewhere."

I turnt around to see him with a smug grin on his face and his two bozo friends laughing their hardest. 

Time to seem to slow down. I couldn't move. I just let my mom sinked in all the horrible things Quentin just said. Those horrid words seem to echo through my head.