Just the little things

Story 3

I walked into my third period class- gym. It was now my most hated class, but not for the activities or teacher. Two people that used to be your close friends can make life hell. After our teacher dismissed us we went to the locker room. My binder was sat on my hip as I opened the locker, since we were close friends all three of our lockers were next to each other. I kept my head down and started changing,

"Guess we can't add Layla to the enemy list since she got her mind straight" Jace said.

"But she's a bitch" Bree wined

"Yeah but she'll hang with us for awhile. She's ditched jasmine"

"Guess that's cool"

"Yeah who cares about that slut, like she has any friends." I could feel myself tense, how old are they... 8? An enemies list, and a secret name for me. My real name was May. No where even close to jasmine. And I knew it was me cause my friend was Layla- and hadn't been the first time I had been called something close to a slut. I slammed my locker like always after putting the lock on and started to leave.

"I've trained you so well" Bree said to Jace. My face fell instantly. Jace had been my bestfriend, but this year I ended the friendship overall since she was incredibly mean. And now I realized it was all Bree's fault, Bree was naturally mean. But Jace never really was.

I had decide to move my locker to the other side since it was hard to be in the middle of my past friends. Earlier in advisory I moved it. Gym was highly awkward since I didn't exactly have a true friend in there. And I was stuck bugging and tagging along with other people. This week had been kickball, and not being the best at sports and messing up earned me a fair amount of teasing. One of the people I bugged was up. She was a cheerleader, but a decent human. The boys started making a lot of rude comments to her, of course she got flustered with them. But she kicked it fine, hell, more than fine. It was basically boys against girls, with about three exceptions on each team. When she got to second base the guys made more comments, Her calling out to couch for help. Of course he just said to ignore it. Next kicker was up. Kicked it fair. The guys teased my 'friend' again since she was able to get to home with the lousy kick. For once I got pissed- sure who cares. But now the girls were even talking about her

"CANT YOU GUYS JUST SHUT YOUR MOUTHS" everyone went silent quickly- I never burst like this, and that says a lot cause this was nothing. But soon after the guys started teasing me. So, I cut everyone. And went up next. Had to do this right or I'd look like an idiot. They pitched the ball- more remarks flying with it. And I kicked it.. Straight into the kids face. Then I walked away- back towards the gym without anyone saying a word.

A couple weeks later the school year was already coming to a close- two weeks left. Crazy. I walked down the hall, we had a band meeting for kids wanting to continue/join jazz band, I was continuing. We would be stuck with a new director next year so they wanted us to ask him questions and discuss stuff. When I walked in a smile instantly grew on my face-- these were kids I had known for a long time. My heart sank slightly when I saw the seniors there. They probably wanted to see how next year would work and give tips since they already knew the rungs back and forth. Bands kids were usually the most sincere. My eye trailed to the main drummer, my smile lifting slightly. I had liked him for the longest time- never talked to him really though.