Liz's POV
~*~* Friday ~ *~*
I had just finished my lunch hour and was on my way to my locker now. I was silently singing 'Diana' to my self when Katelyn passed by.
Speak of the devil.
"Stop singing already! You sound like a cat being murdered. Don't you understand that you can't sing for your life?" she said.
Her friends, or minions, just laughed.
It was obvious that there was nothing funny, but they laughed any way because Queen Bee over there made the 'joke'.
You know, Kristine and Stacy used to be great friends from what I've heard. Kristine became a cheerleader and instantly gained the popularity that cheerleaders get. She stopped being Stacy's friend. Later on, Stacy became popular as well. However, the difference there, is that unlike Kristine, Stacy stayed true to herself. She didn't change and continued being the great individual she is.
I ignored katelyn's rude remark and passed right by them making my way to my locker.
"That's right. Run like the little p*ss* you are." katelyn called after me.
Her childish comments are so immature. And why do Karen and Kristine always keep quiet? They literally never say anything and always do whatever Katelyn tells them to do. Don't they have a voice for themselves?
Well, probably doesn't matter anyway. katelyn probably doesn't let them say a word. And may God be with them if they contradict any one of her commands.
I finally arrived to my locker. I put in the combination and opened my locker.
There was one of those big black bags where you put the trash in. There was also a note attached to it.
* Here's this bag. We all know it's where you belong.*
Well. That hurt.
Surprisingly I'm not worried about how they got my locker opened like a normal person in another school would. I'm also not worried if they stole anything. I'm mostly worried if they are going to put me in the bag.
Believe it or not they've done that.
And not just once.
But I have to say, it was offensive but clever. And very offensive.
I took the garbage bag out and noticed there was something else
Another note.
* why don't you go kill yourself you b!tch. no one wants you here. All you are is a waste of space. *
Now these were the notes that got to me.
How could they tell me to go kill myself?
Don't they stop and think that I actually would?
Don't they ever think how it feels to be on the other end?
I directly went to the bathroom as the first tear escaped my eyes.
I closed the door stall and Sat on the floor. I brought my knees to my chest and began crying.
I hate my life.
May be they are right. May be I should just leave.
Forever.
And never come back.
No.
I have to stop thinking like this. Its not good at all for me. But it's hard not to think like that when it seems like everyone else around Me seems to think otherwise.
