Why I'm Alive.

April 19, 2014.

8:27am

        My name is Micheal Anderson. I know, I know, Micheal is a guy's name, but my mom decided it was a girls name on November 26. I'm 15 and what society calls an outcast. I'v gone to Prairie since I was four, I haven't always been considered an outcast. I used to be known really well by everyone and was well respected. But everything changed about two years ago when my so called "Best friend" Chloe and I got in to a really big fight about how she and her boyfriend were treating me like crap. Trusht me I take crap from no one even if we are best friends. I'v always been taught to never trust a single word that comes out of anyones mouth. I'm "tough" and seem to hold everything in. Hide the pain.

The bell rings. Students and teachers flood into the halls of Prairie High. Every day I try not to be seen, but it seems like everyone is looking for me. I'm supposed to be going to biology, but I need to try to avoid Steve Collins. He sits infront of the window in the hall I need to use to get to biology. I don't understand why they don't have more than one hall going to the other side of the building, I also don't understand why Steve sits there every day. We will never know I guess.        

        Anyways, Steve Collins is loved by everyone. I guess you would call him your typical Preppy Jock, he sits and waits for me at his locker or the window everyday during second period passsing time. He waits no matter how long it takes because he knows he can use his smile as a late pass to his next class. When I pass him he usually has a new insult stewed up fresh just for me. It usually falls around the line of  "outcast, emo, freak, nerd" you know whatever anyone but the preps are called. Sometimes when Steve's friends are around he will come up to me and knock everything out of my hands or push me into the lockers.

         I never understood why he targeted me or why he went out of his way to insult me. One day he just decided that me out of all 3,000 kids at Prairie should be his little pummaling doll. I'm the only one he picks at. He's nice and cheerful around everyone else. It's only me, i'm alone out on a little boat. Since everyone looks up to Steve they all copy him to, so you can only emagine what I hear from everyone else.

        Teachers even look up to Steve, but its probably because Steve's rich daddy supplies their paycheacks. Along with what the government pays them. I'm honestly good in school. I have an A+ average and a 4.0 GPA. I'v never had a bad test or acted out in school. I usually just keep to myself and listen. I want school to be easy, I want to glide right through high school and get on with life. I don't have the best school life so I can only look forward to getting out of this prison. 

-8:34-

        The bell just rang. I should probably attempt to get to biology and hope Steve isn't at the window even though I know he will be there. I peer around the corner. No one. So I move forward a little more. No one. I begin to walk down the hall. 

        "Well, well, well. Late again freak?" Steve hissed from behind me.

I clench my teeth to the ring of his voice. I try to ignore him and walk a little faster, but he soon catches up to me and uses his body as a blockade to keep me from going any further.

        "Are you deaf little freak? Can't you hear me? Where you goin?" Steve questions me.

I avoid eye contact, but I can feel his glare burning into the top of my head as he looks down on me. I try to slide by him, but he shoves me into the locker and scaters my books onto the floor. He uses his forearms to hold me chest aginst the lockers. I try to look away, but he pushes harder. I look him in the eyes.

        "Look at me when i'm talking to you. Your nothing but a useless little bitch. No one likes you. You have no friends." 

By now I can feel the tears burning my eyes and skin like acid. Anger fills every inch of my body and I can't breath since his arm is crushing my chest.

        "Awh is the little Emo whore crying?" Steve laughed.

I finally look Steve in the eyes with the worst glare I could pull up and began.

        "You are a coward. You hide behind your anger. You let it out on me. Have you ever woundered what it would be like if you were in my shoes? Would you understand my pain?" I yelled.                                "You know what? You should just do everyone a favor and kill yourself. No one would miss you." Steve whispered.                                                                                                                                                    Before walking away Steve pushed a little harder before taking his arm away allowing me to fall to my knees. I watched as Steve turned the corner. Once he did I curlled myself into a little ball aginst the locker and silently sobbed until I could pull myself together and gather my books. Once I collected my papers I didn't bother to walk to my locker. I walked straight out of the school into the warm air and bright sun.