Broken Melody; A Day In The Life Of A Dork [COMPLETED]

Broken Melody; A Day In The Life Of A Dork. Chapter 1

Chapter 1: This Is Who I Really Am

"Hey Lillian, listen to this. You're so ugly the only dates you get are on a calendar!" Eliza said.

The girls' laughter would have surely been heard throughout the school as the choked on their own joke; I just rolled my eyes at them. Just when would they give up?

I strolled past them, but realised they were standing outside of my locker, their beautifully perfect manicured hands leaning against it. I used all my courage to raise my head and glare them in the eyes.

They were beautiful, of course, with faultlessness I could only dream of having. Like goddesses bathing in the sun. They were the girls everyone loved, everyone idolized.

But me? I hated them, I hated their guts.

There was Karla, the brunette, Marie, the pinkette (her hair an unnatural shade of pink. It made me wonder if that was a dye gone wrong or a new style to try and make her look cooler), Ivy, the honey blonde. She was the quietest one, nobody paid attention to her.

And then there was Eliza, their ring-leader. She was the most popular, evil person at this whole school. She was a shimmering blonde, with a stunning figure and always up to date style. Her full name was actually Eliza-Mary Blossum Jard or something like that.

I knew her well.

But the reason I knew her well, was because she made everyday of my life a living hell.

All day, everyday, I was their victim. They embarrassed me, called me names, chained me up, took my things. There was no limit to what they were capable of.

I sighed. "You're on my locker." I told them in a pestering tone. Eliza smirked, but then looked surprised.

"Oh, this is your locker?" She pointed to it, and then laughed stupidly. "I'm so sorry! I totally didn't know!" She slid her hand off flicking her blonde hair side to side. "Let's leave her to her surprise, girls." She clicked her fingers, and they turned on their heels, cackling with their evil witch laughter all the way down the corridor and around the corner. I just stared after them in confusion.

"Surprise?" I muttered, clicking in the code for me locker to open. "What supri- oh my god."

My locker looked the same, with my school books and piles of novels and my massive poster of My Chemical Romance. Except for the fact that the work 'Emo Dork' was written in permanent marker against the inside of the door.

My eyebrows rose. "Of course," I murmured, getting out my books and slamming the door with anger. It bubbled inside a skin, like a volcano waiting to erupt.

The words chimed through my head like a bell. Emo dork, emo dork, emo dork. Lily the Emo.

A very painful, very taunting bell.

"Hey Lily!" A voice came from behind me. I could tell who it was just from the amount of spit that landed on my back. I mentally groaned.

"What is it, Janice?" I whirled to face a very short, very bright Janice Sklyzer. Her curly red hair bounced on top of her head and her braces gleamed in the ugly fluorescence of the light. Janice Sklyzer was one of those kids that thought she was top notch, the kid who trailed at the back of every group and talked too excitedly about everything. Back in kindergarten she had ripped most of my hair out and shoved my face into a pile of dog business because I asked to borrow her crayons. I guess she forgot about that. I remembered, and you see why I didn't like her.