Two Years Later
My eyes focused intently on the clock in front of me. The second hand seemed to tick slower and slower the more I looked at it. I already wanted this day to be over and it had only begun an hour ago.
I hated the first day of school. It was full of reunions and excitement for most people, but it consisted of envy and loathing for me. If things had gone differently that night, I would be like everyone else and greet the people that I believed were my friends. But, things weren’t different. And even though I would give anything to change what happened, it happened, and now I had to pay for it.
Surprisingly, the bell rang and pulled me out of my dark memories. I gladly sprang out of my seat and began to pile things into my brown messenger bag.
As I walked into the hallway, I could practically feel the joy bouncing from the walls. Everyone was on a constant high, everyone except for me.
Self-pity isn’t going to get you anywhere, I reminded myself as I walked up to my locker. I hadn’t had the time to get to it this morning so my bag was heavy from all my books. The weight lessened as I piled all my books into my locker expect for my Calculus book, which I needed for my next class.
From the corner of my eye, I caught a wave of dyed blonde hair heading my way. My stomach dropped as I tried to hide my face behind my locker door.
Please don’t see me, please don’t see me, I begged silently in my head. But as usual, my pleas were ignored and Jessica strutted her plastic body towards me.
She didn’t pay me any attention as she spun the combination at the locker right next to mine. We were lockers neighbors? I had to have been a serial killer in another life to deserve this.
I took a deep breath and shut the faded blue door, exposing my face. As the metal clanked shut, her sinister emerald eyes flickered to me and a scowl formed on her face.
“Gross!” She shrieked, jumping back a few steps. The entire hallway fell silent and everyone turned to Jessica, who, as always, was the center of attention.
“What are you doing here, creep? Are you stalking me or something?” She wailed. I just rolled my eyes.
“No. I’m here for something that I go almost every day. It’s called school. Maybe you’ve heard of it,” I said slowly. She scowled again, but somehow managed to look more beautiful than anyone in the hallway.
“Why are you next to me, perv? Are you trying to score something with me? Hate to break it to you, but I’m straight,” She snickered. A few people laughed and I felt my face go up in flames.
“I have not, and will never be interested in girls,” I growled. She really knew how to push my buttons. I can’t believe we used to be friends.
Yes, this was the classic, old friend turns into “It” girl scenario. After that night, I can say I went from happy-go-lucky Mia to an emotionless zombie, so she ditched me. It seemed only a week later, she came back into school with facial surgery and boob enhancements and suddenly, everyone was her friend. Like I was the only thing holding her back from overnight fame.
“Yeah right. Now that you finally realized that no man will ever like you, you’ve moved on to the other gender?” She asked, faking compassion. My teeth gritted together and I bit back the sarcastic remark that was itching to get out of my mouth.
“I have to get to class,” I muttered. There was no need to start a fight that I knew I couldn’t win. Actually, I knew I would have no problem bashing in her fake nose, but she would complain to her daddy that I had attacked her. Messing with a lawyer’s daughter never brought good things to my family and judging by the state we’re already in, a little push could send us over the edge.
