The Outcast

Thinking back, the incident was two years ago. Two years since 'it' started. By it, I mean the fact that I was deemed as an outcast; a freak. A freak that nobody dared to approach. The irony of it!!! Just two years ago, I was the most popular girl in school. I was someone who everyone wanted to befriend, and someone to be admired. Now, I'm bullied. Everyday.

The reason for this is because of a simple yet devastating car crash. Both my parents are dead because of it. 

Pretty unreasonable to deemed a freak just because you're an orphan right? Well, no. Not if you go to my school. At Jefferson High, your parents' status in society means your status in the social hierarchy at school. So naturally, me, being an orphan, would be at the very bottom.

So anyways, now I'm being bullied. Everyday, though I had gotten over it. Mostly. It doesnt bother me nearly as much as it used to. However, what I hadn't anticipated was that the bullies had had enough of my apathetic expressions. Whoever had written the tip "The best thing to do when you're being bullied is to ignore it" was an old loony. He or she obviously had not been bullied before. They make it sound so much easier than done. Why am I saying this? Maybe it's due to the fact that the bullies had finally decided that something more than name calling and pranks was needed to rouse some sort of response out of me.

That's why, on the first day back in second term, the whole school rallied up on me........

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UMMMM..... I've come to the point where, in this super short story, I can't think of anymore to write.... AND IT'S NOT EVEN A PAGE LONG!!! >.< I am so dead...

Constructive critism is welcomed with open arms..........