Is This Real?

Chapter Two: You Dont Me.

I wake to my alarm blaring black veil brides. I slam the button making it shut up and get up. I put on red plaid skinnies, a black tee, and put on combat boots with spikes on it. I then plug my straightner in and start to brush my hair and do my make up. I then straighten my hair. I grab my checkered book bag and leave for school. I walk to school and finally get there. I see people whispering and pointing at me, and it kinda hurts. Why cant they just say it to my face? Do i even want that? It would probaly hurt more then right? I dont know the answers to my questions, and i sorta wish i did. I go into the school and open my locker. Second day at California High and i dont even have a friend. Or know someone. I slam my locker, maybe thats the beauty of high school. And im still curious of where my stuff went. Oh well. The bell rings and i go to my class, and theres a sub. Great. I start walking to the back of the class when i get tripped by some girl.

"damn, learn how to walk clutz." the girl sneers. I ignore her and gets up, dusting off my pants and sits in the back, my hair falling in my place. I look over to see a guy kissing, or more like shoving his tongue down the girl that just tripped me throat. I cringed in disgust. Thats just ewh. I let out a sigh and start doing my work. A couple of minutes later, i feel peoples stare, i look up to people staring, laughing and pointing. I let out a sigh and look at the girl that tripped me. Shes laughing the hardest so its clear that shes the one that started it. The Only person thats not laughing is the guy. I wonder why. Does he feel bad for me? No, he couldnt. Im just some chick, or freak to them.  I glare at the girl, Im guessing her name is Cara since one of her friends said her name.

"now shes glaring at me. Awh the poor baby cant take a joke. Awh." she says smirking. I scoff at what she just said.

"oh i can take a joke. Heres one for you Cara. Why your sitting over there laughing with your elephant laugh, im over here being the rich person i am, getting what i need. Which is education. Not condoms or emplants to make your body bigger. How much where those boobs?" its my turn to smirk, people start laughing at Cara, and i feel a since of pride in me. Cara looks speechless, betcha she wasnt expecting me to talk back. She finally talks.

"oh honey, your just mad that you aint got none."

"like i would want some. Id rather have my body real, than fake." the bell rings then and i gather my stuff and walk out. I then stop and look at Cara.

"and bitch, you dont know anything about me. so dont talk to much shit that you wont be able to get out of." i then walk away leaving her there, processing what i just said.