Rough Tides

Chapter 4

 

No matter who I passed, known or not, nobody looked at me or cared that I was there. A few minutes later I reached the end of the hallway.

I opened the door of the classroom and walked over to my seat. I slipped into the chair and took a deep breath. I wasn't sure at all whether I'd survive math. In the morning, on a Monday, at 8am.

School was torture.

The bell rang but not everyone has entered the classroom by then. My teacher wouldn't care. I hated sitting in the first row. However, when the school year started my teacher wanted me to sit there and I couldn't do anything about it or else she'd have probably thrown me out of the classroom. I guess, she would have also wanted me to go to the principal who hated me already.

Why?

I didn't know that myself. I was late for biology once in 9th grade because I spent too much time talking to my friends and we completely forgot about the time or our lessons in general. In the end I was 15 minutes too late for my freaking biology class which I absolutely hated at that time. My teacher got mad at me because I interrupted her by walking into the room. She sent me to the principal for being late. At the office, I tried to explain that I'll try not to be late again. I mean, I've never skipped any lessons before and I was a good student that got A+s all the time. At first I thought everything would be okay in the end and she wouldn't punish me. She did, though. I got detention.

The second time I was sent to the principal was in freshman year as well. To be honest, I didn't remember what I did wrong. Anyways, I stared at the principal's face, waiting for her to say something. Anything. She didn't. I was scared. Right when I was about to say something she stood up and put her hands on the desk in front of her calling me a disappointment. Again, I didn't know what had happened before, what I could have possibly done wrong. Most of the time it was my teacher's fault that I was sent to the principal's office. Basically every living creature at this school hated me.

The girl next to me started tapping me with her finger on the shoulder and in that moment I was pulled back into the classroom with all my thoughts. Confused and not being in the mood to get into an argument with her, I turned my head and looked at her. She kept touching me. I sighed and tried to ignore Macy. Honestly, Macy was one of those girls that thought they were cool but seriously weren't. She was totally fake. She always acted like she'd already had a billion boyfriends talking about all the experiences she's had with them. It was sick. Pretty much everyone at this school knew that nothing was true. I didn't like her. Of course, she could be nice.

Only when she really wanted to, though. You'd often catch her telling people how much they suck, making them cry. Yes, she's made juniors cry. Macy tucked a strand of hair behind her ear that's been pierced many times before and stared at the blackboard, tired and bored, that's what I could tell. Her blond hair was long and straight, it looked colored. Blond was definitely not her natural hair color. She was pretty, And I was jealous of how the way she looked but I'd never want to have her character. Never. At least she had friends. Though, they were as fake as she was.

Macy raised her eyebrows at me.

"Why are you staring at me, Jenny?"

"For the record, my name is Jenna not Jenny and I was not staring at you." I responded and crossed my arms across my chest. Macy somehow looked amused.

"I think I know when someone is staring at me. It's either when someone's jealous or when someone's in love with me. What kind of person are you, JennY?"

I rolled my eyes.

"I doubt anyone would look at your face."

"You. Did. Not. Just. Say. That." Her mouth fell open.

I smiled and turned my head to the front.

"Jenny, reply to me."

I laughed. That's all I could do, anyway. People who weren't even able to say my name correctly would never get my attention. It was just one letter but still. Macy's known me for a while and she knew my name. Apparently she liked coming up with different names for me every year. In 9th grade when we met for the very first time, I tried to befriend her as I thought she was a very nice person and I terribly needed to make friends since I'd lost my best friend a year before that. Making friends with Macy miserably failed. At that time we had English together and we were supposed to work on a project in groups. Our English teacher decided who would have to work together. I ended up being in a group with Macy and Phil and a girl that became my best friend a while later (she moved away a year later). Phil and I got along pretty well. Macy was the first one ever to introduce herself. She did not only tell us her name, no, she also talked about her family and how much she liked traveling and that her parents always bought her the latest fashion. I couldn't make up my mind how to feel about her. Phil and Liz told me what their name was and then it was my turn. I told them that my name was Jenna. Macy had smiled at me. I thought she wanted to show me that she liked me. She proved me wrong. I thought she wanted to befriend me as well. But we all know that I was totally wrong about her.

All she said to me was "You're a whore and I hate you already".

That's about the nice and fabulous relationship I had to Macy. Non-existent. Obviously.

She had to call me by a name though. For her, I was Jessy.

Then, in 10th grade it was her habit to call me Jemima.

And now, I obviously was Jenny.

The year had only started two months ago so I didn't know what horror Macy would put me through this year. All I knew was that she wanted to make my life the hell on earth. She's always succeeded the past years.

"Jenna could you please not talk in my lesson?" My math teacher glanced at me, angrily.

"I didn't even say anything? That was Macy, not me!"

She shot me an angry look. Fortunately, she left it at that. I leaned back in my chair and tried to understand the stuff the teacher was explaining. Today was one of those days I didn't seem to understand anything I was told. Then again, it was math and I never knew what was going on.

Macy constantly distracted me.

She wanted my teacher to sent me to the principal again.

But this time, I wouldn't let her do this to me.

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Author's Note!

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