Forget 1/2 (On Hold)

Chapter 3

Of course not the first year of being in the same school.

It was the first year of having that couple view me this way. Tallara wanted me dead and Damien was... Damien.

So much screaming was happening in this hallway. "Eeep I missed you!" and "Ahh we haven't seen each other since last weekend!"

Kallee left our memorable movie moment to visit the librarian, I think she was friends with Kallee's mom. I don't know. Because of that, Annabel wanted me to check out her locker- she had been collecting magazine clippings, photographs, & stickers for decoration these past three years and finally completed her locker on the last day of 11th grade.

I was just then seeing the finished product.

"And this is the fetus section. For fetus band members and fetus friends. See! There's you in seventh grade!" Annabel always made me laugh. Seventh grade Astrid was the worst grade of Astrid. Ever.

"AAAHHHHH!" An extremely high pitched scream erupted from a preppy sophomore, above it all. More yelling, "There's blood on the floor!"

Every student in the hallway whipped their heads in the direction of the prep, then to me.

Me?

No. That's right. Me.

I looked down. Not a good choice.

There were small puddles of a red mix under my feet. On my jeans.

"Astrid..." Annabel whispered to me. I jerked my head up. Everyone was still staring. Everyone included Tallara. Everyone included Damien. I knew what this looked like. This looked like I had my period in my new jeans.

I felt sick. I ran. Scarlett footprints trailed behind me like in a scooby doo episode.

This was not happening.

I arrived at the girl's bathrooms and barged in, it could have been the boy's by the way my vision had clouded. It wouldn't have mattered.

No. No No No. I hate school. I hate this. I hate my body. I hate being a girl. I hate Damien. I hate how he makes me feel inside like I'm not worth anything. I hate that he saw me.

I hate that I ever met him.

I couldn't feel my head banging on the wall.

I couldn't feel my body collapsing on the floor.

And I could not feel the river of tears cascading down my face.

Pathetic.