Good as Galinda

They don't want me

Anna

I hurried away from the boys. I was angry at them at first....but it didn't matter that much anymore. I knew that Gordon was my friend, but the comments about my appearence did bother me. Not bother...just hit a soft spot. 

I'd always worried about my body, because I hadn't always been this skinny. For the past year I've begun to lose weight, because I knew where I was wasn't going in the right direction. 

The bell rang and I hurried to class. There were whispers, and automatically it seemed that everyone was talking about me, but I'm pretty sure that they weren't. Hopefully. While the teacher was talking, the door to the classroom creaked open and in walked his highness. Antonio gave the angry teacher a smirk and sat down behind me. 

"Mr.Delarose? Can you answer my question?" I knew Antonio well enough, to know that he probably had a large smirk stretched across his face.

"Nah. I'll pass." 

"Mr.Delarose, I want an answer." The teacher was fuming. His face was bright red and his hands were shaking. 

"I'm sorry, is there something funny?" Mr.Karl asked and I sunk lower into my chair to avoid his spit. 

"Sir, since you can't laugh at yourself, I was taking the liberty of doing it for you." The entire class burst our laughing, even I was smiling, but winced because fo the bruise on my cheek. 

"Anna!" I heard my name being called by the one person I didn't want to hear.

"What do you want?" I paused, waiting for him to answer.

"Who did this to you?" I swallowed, becoming aware that my breath was getting faster.

"Uh...I don't know what you're talking about."

"C'mon Anna, I can see the bruise." He reached up to touch my face but I turned away, certain that I was going to get a whip lash.

"We're not friends. Why do you care?" I shoved him away and ran down the hall to the girl's bathroom. Walking in slowly, I inspected my face and winced. Of course it had to make a bruise. In the shape of a fucking handprint. Could my life get any worse? I heard giggling and saw the tips of pink heels and mentally groaned. And que the death music.

Who was I kidding? My life always gets worse.

"Who do we have here?" I turned away from the slut. 

"Go away Britt." She laughed and her 'friends' followed her example, They took the statment "dumb blondes" to a whole new level. 

"Britt, get the fuck out!!" I heard my friend Clara stomp in and shove Ms.Desperate out of the way.

"You can't-" she held up her hand.

"Get out." Britt snorted and stalked out, the giggling bimbos follwoing her. 

Clara came up to me and put her cold hand on my purple bruise. 

"Danny?" She asked and I nodded. She shook her head and gave me a sad look.

"Anna, you hvae to tell someone. It's not fair to you." I shrugged.

"I'm used to it though. Don't worry, it doesn't hurt that much anymore." She glared and gasped when she saw my shoulder. A dark bruise was also forming there, in the shape of a beer bottle.

"Anna!"

"What?"

"This is b.s.! You have to tell someone!" I shook my head again.