Purple Tips (My New Escape)

One

My alarm clock isn't my phone. Its my mom bursting through the door and telling me to get ready. "Isabella!" She says, "time for school. I don't feel like being late for work today" God I hate my name. Who the hell would name their kid Isabella?

I try to lift my body up, trying not to collapse back onto my bed. "Okay." I stretch a bit before checking my phone. As always, no texts. I don't have the best reputation but its not like I care. Junior year in highschool is a living hell.
I just want to get through it. I get up and throw on some ripped jeans and a black hoodie. I make my way to the bathroom avoiding eye-contact with anyone and close the door. I look in the mirror and- Oh Lord, I need makeup. I hate looking plain. I put on a choker and my makeup on. "There we go." I freshen up.
I make my way to the kitchen and grab my bag. I head for the door to avoid any awkward conversations with my jacked up family. Its me, my mom, and my dad. How can only two people make life so terrible?
"Honey! Do you want breakfast?" My mom says like everything is normal. She sounds tired. "No." I rush for the door. My dad glares at me. I dont even have to look at him to know. I get glares from alot of people. I can feel them on the back of my head. All I said was no. I feel like anything I do I wrong. "Have a good day" my father says. I don't answer and I walk out the door to my car. I get in and take off.

I swear my family's stupid. They think I don't know anything about them? Like I'm stupid? But do you see what I mean? Nothing but awkwardness.

I eventually get to school and go straight to class. I keep my head low to not make any eye-contact. I see the Jocks looking at me, the bullies "accidentally" Bumping into me, the nerds a little intimidated by my dark aesthetic, its all too familiar to me now. Its been like this since seventh grade.
I dont really like people. They worship the people who are assholes and shove away the humans that actually have a brain and are nice. And I don't like how everyone has to fall into some category. Popular, slut, emo, nerd, loser...I don't really fall into a certain one. It really comes from perspective. But I know what goes on in peoples head. I'm not stupid.

I'm sitting in class. I swear the more and more people say or do something aggravating the more I want to kill. I wouldnt have the guts to do it. I don't really hurt people. I keep everything on the inside.

Lunch time. I sit outside and smoke. Something catches my eye. A girl with long brown hair, tall, and she looks shy. She bumps into that one popular bitch. "Sorry!" She spat out. The glammed up girl slaps her. It looked really painful. Poor girl. "Damn." I say outoud. I catch the diva's attention. "What? Problem?" I look at her with the 'are you serious' look. She turns my way and walks up to me. "Can you go away? Your grandma perfume and ego is making me sick" I say. She looks stumped on what to say. The shy girl behind her laughs a bit. The diva leans over on the table. "Did you learn that cuss word and comeback from your daddy yelling it at your mommy?" She said with a smug look.
Did she just go there?

That Bitch...

No one says that without paying for it. No one has ever brought that up to me before. All of this anger bubbiling up inside of me needs to be let out....
So I let it.

I grabbed her hair with my fist and climb over the table. I slam her head into my knee. She struggles but eventually got a few hits in. I hit her several times with my other hand.

By now everyone is crowded around us. Screaming and cheering echoed in my ears.

She isn't strong and its obvious who is winning this fight. I felt so much power. I wasn't being the victim. I was getting my name out on who not to fuck with. I slam her to the ground. I try to get on top of her when a teacher pulled me back. "LET GO OF ME!!!" I screamed. But they didn't. Again, I wasn't the one with power anymore. I new my fate. I gave in. I stopped squirming. I was tence but done with the fight. She let's go of me but comes in front of me. "What is going on here?" She said firmly. She looked so pissed. I was a little scared on how this is gonna affect me, my rep, just me in general. This is the first time I've beaten someone up. I felt no guilt about it tho.

She kept on screaming at me but by now I'm not even paying attention. The popular girl is up and trying to fix her hair.

The teacher grips onto my arm and pulls me through the crowd of people. I followed her but I wasn't paying attention to anything.

"Expeled for a week"

Great. As soon as I heard those words from the principle I finally woke up from my trance
of thoughts. "Ugh..." I complained.

For some kids, this isn't a punishment. A week off of school? That's not bad. Its more like freedom. But for me its different. I have to stay at home. MY home. That isolation. That tension. That Awkwardness. This was a punishment.

"You heard me. What you did was uncalled for." I fingered through my long, dark brown hair. "Can I go now?" I said. I was so done. All he was doing was giving me a lecture. What is left to be done? "Yes. But you leave early today." He signals her to go.

I left the room and slammed the door. I headed straight for the bathroom. I see people staring at me in the halls. Some impressed and some scared.

I let out a sigh as I make it to the bathroom. I senced someone in the room. I look over to see that same brown-haired girl from before. The same one who number into my victim.

We didn't say anything. We just stared.