Everything I Don't Need

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Thank God it was Friday. I’d made it through my second week of school. There were only thirty four more.

            I walked into school with my head down because I was laughing at something Julie said. The three of us had been inseparable this week. We would meet up before and after school. We did our homework together and studied after that. Carly and I had a Calculus test today that we studied most of last night.

            I saw the Blondie again last night. I sat and talked for hours. I wasn’t able to see him the nights before because dad was home. There was no way I’d let him know that I would go outside to pet the neighborhood wolf, Blondie. He’d for sure get is shotgun out.

            We walked toward my locker like we always did. But when I got there I failed to open it. I just stood there with both girls flanking me. We all had our mouths open. I couldn’t believe what I saw. All over my locker were sticky notes. Some said whore; some said slut or bitch. Then I noticed the longer ones telling me to go back to New York City.

            Just looking at your face makes me want to vomit.

            You don’t belong here fake, ass wanna be.

            Take your heels back to the city, bitch.

            There had to be a hundred different posted notes.

            “What the Hell,” Julie was the first one to come out of the shock.

            I felt tears form in my eye lids but forced them away. I would not cry here.

            “Who would do this?” Carly looked around as if to see the corporate watching. The only problem being that everyone had stopped to watch us.

            I cleared my throat and looked down at my watch. I had about twenty minutes till the warning bell. I picked up my bag from the floor and walked toward the nearest bathroom. I could feel Carly and Julie right behind me. They were whispering no doubt trying to figure out who was to blame for the multicolored paper on my locker.

            I opened the bathroom door and went straight to the last stall. I clicked the lock in place and sat down. I put my head in my hands and cried silently. Carly and Julie never left. They just let me cry.

            I’ve been called a bitch, slut, and whore before. But I deserved it back then. I had to be the bitch in order to insure my survival. I was smaller than most people in New York. I had to act as the tough girl which made me come off as a bitch. 

            But here I’ve been nothing but nice and sweet to everyone. I no longer had to worry about people taking advantage of me. I had a father that would drop everything to protect me against the world. I no longer needed to be the bitch.

            I could hear the girls whispering to themselves. Asking who would do such a thing? I didn’t know myself. I didn’t think I had been a bitch to anyone. I’ve stayed out of everyone’s way.

            There was a knock on the door and then I heard a third set of feet steps come in. Carly and Julie then took leave quickly.

            “Can I come in?” it was Daniel.

            I sniffed, “This is the girl’s bathroom.”

            Daniel laughed, “Does it look like I give a damn?”