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My name is Abby. I go to Westmont High School, I’m in 9th grade and I have pretty much no friends. I’m the quiet girl who sits in the corner. Nobody really cares what I do or what I say. I’m invisible, except to Sadie. Sadie is the most popular person at our school. She picks on me every single day.
When the bell rings for lunch I quickly gather my things and go to the cafeteria. I try to blend in as much as possible, but somehow Sadie and her crew still find me.
“Hey loser,” says Sadie, blocking the door to the cafeteria.
“Just let me past,” I say.
Lindsey, her second in command, says “Oh, the loser wants to get fatter than she already is.” Then they all laugh at me. I’m not that fat, but compared to them I’m Santa Claus.
“That is, if she can get any fatter,” said Margaret, one of Sadie’s goons.
I try not to let it bother me but everyday they have new insults, and most of the time they hurt. Sometimes they call me names like; loser, fatty, ugly or idiot. Most of the time they just make fun of me.
“Let her by,” said a really deep voice from behind me.
“Why?” asked Sadie.
“Because I said so,” answered the voice.
Sadie rolled her eyes,stepped away from the door and said, “after you, your highness.”
When we got into the cafeteria I turned around and came face to face with my older brother’s best friend, Nick.
“I’m guessing you don’t want me telling Logan about this,” he said.
“Yeah,” I replied, “He’d get really mad.” I think back to that time in kindergarten when I was being bullied and I told Logan. When he heard about it, he went and beat up Alyssa (the girl who was bullying me) they both went to the hospital.
“Does this happen a lot?” he asked with a gesture to Sadie and her crew.
“No,” I lied
“Ok, but if it happens again promise you’ll tell me or an adult.” he said and gave me a stern look.
Crossing my fingers behind my back I say, “I promise.”
He said ok and then left. I got in line and got my food without incident. They don’t understand that they’re hurting me. They don’t care. They don’t get that it hurts. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to bully them back. I never do anything back; I always try to ignore them.
After school I buy a gun. I go to the local shooting range. I learn how to use it. I get tips from this hunter dude. I shoot, and hit the bull’s-eye.
The next morning no one sees me put it in my backpack. No one notices on the bus or when I get to school. I go up to the link. It connects our arts classes (band, choir, drama, art) to the building with our actual classes. Students and teachers roam below.
I shoot the glass to get the attention of everyone. They haven’t ever noticed me, now they will; now they’ll pay. I hear someone scream, another crying. I hear someone else say, “call 911!” I don’t have much time. Before I shoot I look for Nick. I want revenge for all the times he tried to stand up for me. I don’t need protecting; I can take care of myself. I don’t see him. I hear the sirens so I start to shoot randomly. I see the police and ambulance. I turn the gun around. I hear someone yell, “Wait! Stop! Don’t do it!” I fire my last shot.
The tackle comes too late, I’m already gone.
