Dreams and Wishes

School

Beep Beep Beep

I hear my alarm sound and smack my clock to turn it off. I crawl out of bed and to my closet. I put on Aztec print leggings and a big black sweater. Then, I put on my shiny red doc martens and put a red headband in my hair. I quickly apply a thin line of eyeliner, and two coats of mascara.

I walk down the stairs and make myself a slice of toast. I eat it then grab some money for lunch out of my purse. Once my coat and backpack are on, I walk out the door to my bus stop. A girl from school, I'm pretty sure she's made fun of me , is there too. "Natalie? Did I just see you come from Taylor Swift's mansion?" she asks, and her name comes back to me. It's Jesslyn. "Uh, yeah. Her mom adopted me," I say, with more confidence than I believed I had.

"Don't think this will make you popular, k?" she sneers. "Okay," I mumble. Then, another girl arrives. It's Chrissy. What the crap is she doing here?! "W-why are you here?!" I stutter. "So I can make your life miserable! Duh!" she says happily and kicks me in the shin. Jesslyn and her laugh. She grabs me by the hair and pushes me to the ground. "Get out of here," Chrissy orders and I grab my backpack and run home.

Taylor is there at the door. "What's wrong?" she asks. I show her my bloody palms. "What happened?" Taylor asks urgently. "Chrissy cam and kicked me then shoved me over," I say and tears stream down my face. Mom comes and says she'll drive me from now on, and if it starts getting bad at school, I can switch.

Once I arrive at school I walk right to my locker and don't talk to anyone. No one bugs me, but I can feel so much hatred towards me. In math, Chrissy passes me a note. I open it. it says:

Hey Nat-

Don't think I'll stop just cuz you're adopted by Taylor Swift. You'll always be a loser. Got that?

Xoxo,

Chrissy

A tear drips down my face and Mr. Wilson asks if I am okay. I nod and go back to my work. I go home and shove the note into Taylor's hands. She reads it then brings me into a hug. "It'll et better," she assures me. I sob and my entire family comes and hugs me as well. As much as I love them, I can't bear the thought of school tomorrow.

"Well, Natalie, the only other school we have around here is an arts school. You'd have to audition to get in, and you probably wouldn't start until next week. is that okay?" Mom asks. "Yeah. As long as it's not this school!" I say with a small grin.