Shattered Pieces

Worthless

**RING**

shit. I'm late again. I missed my bus and walked seven blocks just to try to get here on time for once.

I quickly make my way through the front doors and slide down the hall to homeroom. I ease into the room to see my teacher sitting at the desk facing the other direction. Maybe if I quietly make my way to my desk she won't-

"So glad you can join us, Katrina. Take a seat."

dammit. Caught again. Why do I even bother showing up anymore? no one would miss me anyways. I lay my head down to try and catch up on the sleep I lost last night for the remaining 10 minutes of homeroom.

**RING**

My head shoots up to see everyone exiting the room. Squeezing past each other trying to pry their way out of the windowless cell. I gather my things and wander up to the second floor. I hate stairs. And my body is in no condition to be climbing them. I haven't eaten in two days but I'm so fat and weak that I can't even make it up the stairs. Pathetic.

It doesn't help that my jeans rub against my cuts every time I take a step. But the pain keeps me satisfied throughout the day so I don't cut in the bathroom again.

**RING**

I take my seat in the back corner away from anything with a pulse and glaring eyes. English is my favorite and best subject, the people however could go to hell.

We have the popular preps that are always texting and playing with their hair. The jocks who just stare blankly at the board as if they know anything about reading or writing at all. The mice who are insanely smart but only speak up when they're called upon. And then there's me. I've never belonged much of anywhere and I don't think I ever will. Too fat, ugly and worthless for anyone to even look upon me without judgment.

"Okay class, we have begun. Time to embark on our journey into the mind of Ray Bradbury." My teacher, Ms. Ell says as she draws our attention to the front of the room. "What do you think of Fahrenheit 451 so far?"

Michelle raises her hand but doesn't even wait to be called upon because /she doesn't wait for anyone or anything to tell her what to do./ "I think it's stupid and completely insane. There's no way this could ever happen and the girl is weird."

"By the girl do you mean Clarisse? The one Guy Montag runs into on his walk?" My teacher asks raising a brow to Michelle.

"Yeah. She's not normal. Why can't she just act like everyone else? Then maybe someone would actually like her."

"But that's the whole point. The author doesn't want her to be normal because it'll come into play later into the book. You'll see."

Michelle shut up but wasn't satisfied that one of her other snotty friends didn't back her up. So of course she had to yell at them through text under her desk.

The class carries on and we do some book work and she assigns the reading for the weekend. I can't wait to be home again. That's a lie. I don't want to be anywhere. Not home, not school,  just dropped off the face of the Earth.

**RING**

Again the teens disperse out into the hall and push through each other trying to get to their friends, locker or next class. The halls are always clogged on the second floor due to the mobs of students flooding through from the first and third floors trying to alternate. I take the long ways around through back staircases and poorly lit hallways stumbling across a few snogging couples on my journey. But that is always better that being trapped against someone else and being stepped on by fumbling baboons.

I finally reach my next class and flow through pretty much the entire rest of the day by sitting in back and sleeping, as always. Hours pass me by and I couldn't care less about time because it's always the same routine.  Just sit, shut up, do work and skip lunch by sitting in the library reading some depressing novel. I probably still have $5 in my account from middle school when my eating disorder began. In high school you don't even have to show up to lunch as long as you don't have friends that notice. Luckily for me, I don't even have any friends.

**RING**

The sweet sound of the final bell releases me from here and I can finally just go home and avoid my family for the entire weekend. I'll stay locked in my room until I'm forced to see daylight again on Monday.