Different

Chapter Six: Lets Be Friends.

When we go back into the gymnasium all he guys are giving cat-calls and sexual comments to the girls.

"Hey baby! How about me and you hook up later?"

One says to Brittany and I roll my eyes.

"Something to say Anna?" Brittany snaps at me."

An urge gets to me, but I just inhale and exhale until it goes away.

"Why don't you come here and do something about it?"

I hear her run up to me, and push me really hard. After that everything tunes out, and it seems like I'm in slow motion.

I turn around and look her dead in the eye. She smiles, and goes for a punch in my stomach, but I back up and push her, and she falls Ito one of her friends.

"You bitch!" She screams, and jumps at me. But at the blink of an eye Any stands in front of me, and smacks her to the floor.

"Listen, this is the last time you mess with Anna, got it?"

Brittany gets up, and looks at me, holding her cheek.

"So you have a new body guard huh Anna?"

I shake my head and look down. This is just more embarrassment. I touch Amy's shoulder and shake my head, to let her no not to do it anymore, then jog off.

It's hard to hold back tears. It's like stout eyes burn when you do. I wish I wasn't so sensitive.

On the bus ride home, everyone is talking About me. But no one says anything to my face.

I get off the bus, with the usual people I always get off the bus with.

"Hey! Don't forget okay?" Amy says to me, walking home with that boy I saw this morning.

When I get home, I tell my mom I'm going to my friends house, rather than father, and he would say no anyways. I change into a black skirt, and a white tanktop, and wear black flats. I have a vanity set next to my window, and I glance at the other side of the window to see if that boy was there every other second, while straightening my hair.

I want to look nice, for once maybe I can make a friend, or two. This outfit isn't the best, but it's... Something. Presentable? I can say.

On my last piece of hair to straighten, I see him. Brown hair, hazel eyed, pale. Everything stop, when I see him take off his shirt revealing a chest men wish to have, and girls drool over. I drop my flatiron on my thigh, and start screaming. His attention looks at me, and I forget my iron looking at his delicacy.

His face squints, and I hurry to push the iron off my leg, and it burns badly. I start crying instantly, and rush into the bathroom to put water on it. This will ruin my day! I need to put some type of ointment on it or something.

I grab a tube full if that burning clear stuff and hush it all over my leg. The pain reliefs a little, but I ignore it. Guess Im not wearing a skirt anymore. I wrap a tan bandage around my leg to keep the ointment from getting dirty and all over the place.

Heading back to my room, the boy is takes his pants off and I can see his plaid red dark blue and black boxers. My eyes open wide and I quickly bang on the window.

He turns around, and I quickly pull down my curtain. Phew.

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