After the hour and a half it took to get to school on the bus I finally made it there.
All I see are those who hate me. From the populars, to the loners. They all hate me. I am an outcast to all. There are only 5 people who like to hang out with me as I see them in the back of the school where no one looks.
"Hey psycho bitch!" calls my best friend Allizon. No literally. Her name with a z because her parents loved being different. But they let her do whatever she wants. She's the ghetto girl who loves rock as much as I do.
I smile a little and sit on the floor. I see all of them. Wes, the star football jock that is rejected for being gay. Yasmine, the art prep rejected because her parents used to be crack heads and she was thrown into the system. Matt, the band geek rejected because one day at band camp he wore shorts and scars were showing. Ross, the band-obsessed punk who was just like me in many ways, but at one time really popular; only rejected because he wasn't rich and couldn't afford many clothes. Allizon, the best dramatic actress in the world, but rejected because she spent time with the "suicide crew."
All these misfits who only wanted to be together forever. They were my real family helping me fight my suicidal thoughts. They were the reasons why I was living.
I hugged Ross and smiled as he hugged back tighter. I blew kisses to the rest because I was just that relaxed with them. Then the wicked witch of the bitch, Sarah Gomez, flew in from the wicked north.
"Oh look, suicide stoners," she said while her crew laughed.
"Guys! Did you feel the chill come from the wicked witch of the bitch?" the crew snickered.
"You can't talk to her like that! You have to respect the girl who helped you stop your little 'accident,'" said one of the clone bitches holding her wrist up.
I rolled my eyes and held Ross' hand. He hugged me as they laughed.
"Aw look, suicide girl and goth freak are in love." Sarah said.
I got red in my face and slowly let Ross go. He grabbed my hand really tight but I pulled away slowly. I faced myself in front of the witch bitch, raised my arm like I was going to stretch, and in the middle of them laughing I punched Sarah. She screamed for help as her friends jumped in to help, but my friends jumped in to help.
She humiliated my friends long enough. I wasn't going to stop until she learned her lesson. I heard her scream and saw blood. I heard the teacher yelling, but I kept going. I felt them pulling me off, but I kept swinging. I was in the office, but all I wanted was for her to never hurt my friends or anyone anymore...
