The Unloved One

03: whiteboard

Friday

Lee's Observation
All the bitches and assholes in this town seem to have been dumped in Seaside.

But somehow, a girl named Bea was dumped here, too.
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     If you're smart, you'd know that being different is okay.

     It's okay if your body has no curves.

     It's fine if you're socially awkward.

     So if you're smart, you'd know that being different is okay. And attending Seaside for almost three days made me realize that everyone here isn't smart at all.

     Honestly, they're all fucking stupid.

     "You want another piece?" Bea asks me, referring to the tuna sandwich in her hand.

     I shake my head. "I'm fine."

     She gives me a small smile. "Okay."

     I watch her take another bite, before I continue the conversation I was having with Nima Bates.

     "Wait, so which room do we avoid on Fridays?" I ask out of confusion.

     Nima rolls her eyes and pops another grape into her mouth. "The room that each and every student has seen. The room that can make each and every little thing clean."

     She has repeated these two sentences for the past 5 minutes, and I'm still confused as hell.

     "She means the janitors closet," someone else at the table whispers beside me.

     I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. "Why?"

     "After school, Mina Lincoln and the PE teacher occupy the janitors closet every Friday," Bea speaks up, finally finishing her sandwich. She tucks a few strands of hair behind her ear. "Everyone knows, but no one ever tells."

     "Quite unsanitary, if you ask me," Nima adds, grazing her fingers over her sleek black hair.

     I raise an eyebrow in disbelief. "That happens in this school?"

     "Everything happens in this school, Lee Boy," she replies, chewing on another grape. Her eyes then focus on something behind us. "Oh, don't look now. The devil herself is making her way to our beloved table."

"That didn't rhyme," I say out loud.

Nima looks at me, clearly irritated. "Shut up, please."

Our conversation is interrupted by the dragging sound of a chair. A brunette in tight jeans and a tank top joins us at the table. "I've always wanted to see a circus," she states tauntingly, her dark eyes traveling to each one of us. "But why waste my fucking money, when we have one right here."

For some reason, we all decide to stay silent, allowing Mina Lincoln to continue.

She props her elbows on the table. "We have the freak show, Miss Nonsense and the nobodies, and..," she trails off when her eyes fix on me. "New boy?"