Death of the Perfect Girl

38- The Insane

     Poppy walked into her class with her head held high. After hearing murderer from every corner of the hallway and seeing it written on her locker without flipping out, she thought she would be fine. But the moment she saw the eyes on her, all of her confidence went away. She froze up, backing into Fisher.

He put his hand on her arms. "Whoa."

Her legs grew weak when her eyes met Sadie's. It felt like she was staring into the eyes of the Devil himself.

Sadie gave her a wave and a cunning smile.

"Poppy," the teacher looked at them," Fisher. You're both a little late. Please find yourselves a seat."

Poppy looked at the empty desks. One in the front and the other near Sadie.

Fisher leaned over and whispered to her. "I'm sorry we can't sit together." He walked past the seat at the front.

Poppy glared at the crowd glaring back at her then she found herself in the seat at the front of the class.

The teacher continued to write on the board.

Poppy opened her notebook and began to write the notes. She felt the heat from the stares all over her body.

The boy behind her suddenly kicked her chair.

Poppy flinched and some of the kids in the classroom snickered.

"Something funny about this assignment?" The teacher looked back at them. He slowly turned back around.

Poppy sighed, continuing her writing.

The boy kicked her chair again, harder than before.

Poppy's pen drew a line across her page and fell on the floor, rolling away.

Snickers flooded the room again.

She frowned then she stood and picked it up.

Fisher sat unsure of what to do. He felt helpless.

Poppy walked back over to her seat looking at her table. Her notebook was gone. She sighed looking at the boy who sat behind her. "Where's my notebook, Chris?"

The teacher turned around again. "Is something wrong with your seat, Poppy?"

Poppy squinted at Chris. "Yeah. It keeps jumping up and down when I sit on it."

Most of the class laughed.

Poppy took a deep breath.

"Poppy, please sit down?"

"Someone stole my notebook," she looked at the teacher," so I have nothing to write on."

Mason stared at her. A notebook suddenly dropped on his lap.

Sadie smiled and quickly grabbed it, then she handed it to next person beside her. She whispered something to her and the girl nodded.

The teacher sighed. "Okay. I'm unwell and not up for this nonsense this early in the morning. Who stole Poppy's notebook?"

Everyone sat stiff.

Fisher raised his hand. "I didn't steal it. But I saw Chris take it."

Chris turned back and glared at Fisher.

Fisher glared back.

"Chris, where's the notebook?" The teacher folded his arms.

"I don't have it," Chris shrugged. "But you can let Poppy pat me down and check." He smirked.