3 years later..
Monday , August 16th, 2013. The first day of school.
My alarm went off. BEEP! I got up from my bed and headed to the bathroom to take a shower and brush my teeth. I loathed waking up on my own. After that incident, I didn't feel safe. Mom was out taking heroin and I was home alone. Dad died the year after I got raped. But I guess that it was a sign from god. It was time for me to learn how to be a woman and to be independent. I put my uniform on and didn't bother eating breakfast. I sat on the bench waiting for the school bus to arrive.
Well, here I am. In hell or as the world calls it.. school. Of course I cared about my education but all the girls hated me and I hated them. They were all bitchy and irritated the crap out of me. But, I couldn't let them get to me. Not on the first day of school at least. I put a smile on my face to annoy them. They like to see me depressed. But that's not going to happen anymore.
"Why the hell are you smiling four eyes?" Stacy said, laughing with her little clique.Sure, I was worthless in they're eyes but I wasn't. Well at least not this year. "Aww, four eyes? Is that all you've got? Ha, grandma's come up with way better jokes than you. Well at least mine does, sorry." I giggled. But nobody found it jocular. Stacy walked away and pushed me to the floor. " Bitch."
Finally, dismissal! I'm so relieved that I get to go home now. But guess who stopped me? Stacy. Of course. This girl doesn't get tired of me at all. It's like she's obsessed with me.
"You're the most corniest person i've ever met." she said. Ugh, what do I care? Nobody asked her so why is she telling me this? This bitch is corny get the fuck out of here, I don't care what she thinks. She's so petty. " Listen Stacy, I'm tired of these little jokes. You're so childish and I'm tired of petty people talking to me." Stacy got all up on me and said " Do something."
"You have three seconds to step away or else." I replied. "Or else what?" she laughed. She thought I was playing? Oh. She was all up on me so I did the same. I pushed her against the wall. BAM! I punched her in the nose. Stacy ran away crying. "I hate you!" I yelled.
Nobody found out about that so I went home without a problem.
