My Life is a Silent Hurricane

Chapter Nineteen- Bullies.

The next morning, I wake up to my phone buzzing it's alarm. Uggghh. Back to school after break.

I get up, shower, and dress in tight black jeans, a loose, comfortable white half-sleeve top, and my pink&purple tye-dye converse. I wear a spiky statement necklace, mascara, bright pink lipstick, and deep purple eyeshadow. I curl my hair and wear a black knit beanie hat over it.

At school everything's basically normal. After the final bell, I'm putting my things away in my locker. Most everybody's cleared out of the halls.

Sophia walks up to me.

"Hi!" I say, smiling at her.

"Hi." She says flatly.

"What's up?"

"WHAT'S UP?! YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT'S UP?! CAN'T YOU SEE?! YOU'VE RUINED MY LIFE!!!!" She yells.

"I... Uh... I'm... Sorry? What did I do?"

"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" She yells. Then, in a dangerously quiet voice "Can't you see, I loved Wesley. I almost had him. He was starting to get interested in me, but then YOU," she jabs a finger at me. "YOU, came along, and YOU'RE perfect, and YOU'RE more beautiful, and now he loves YOU not ME." Her voice cracks on the last "you."

"I'm... I'm sorry. I... Didn't know. And I'm NOT perfect."

"Yeah you are!!"

"No, I'm not!! I'm fat, ugly, and I... I cut." I say.

Her eyes bug out. "You CUT?! Why?!"

"I'm... Ugly. Nobody cares about me. I'm fat. My mom's dead, and I'm an adopted kid." I say, looking at my shoes. Her eyes get even bigger.

"So THAT'S why you entered in the middle of the year, huh? 'Cause your the latest foster kid." She laughs dryly, then turns and stalks away down the hall. Her footsteps echo down the long, empty hall.

The next morning, I dress in lavender skinny jeans, a tight white shirt, black leather jacket, and spiky combat boots. (I'm obsessed with spikes!) I wear my pink hair in a ponytail. I wear foundation, hot pink lipstick, mascara, and sparkle eyeliner. (As always.)

When I arrive at school, things are different. People look at me weird, and kind of avoid me. What's going on? I think. Then somebody tugs my hair.

"Foster kid." Someone whispers. And then the answer becomes all too clear: Sophia spread rumors about me. Omigosh. "Ugly." The voice continues. "Cutter." I fight tears, but the bell saves me, signaling homeroom to be done. At the end of 7th period, I've made it through okay, with a few similar comments. Only one period left, I assure myself. As I pick my way through the hall crowd, someone grabs my arm and shoves me into the janitors closet. Sophia.

"You spread rumors." I say.

"Yeah. You deserve it. You know, you're not as perfect as I thought you were. You're just a suicidal idiot, and you're fat. That pink hair is awful. And to top it all off, you're a bitch." She sneers the word. I can't help it. I start to cry. "Haha, yeah. Weakling. Freak. Nobody loves you. Not your friends, not Wesley, not your foster parents. Get lost, bitch." She says, and shoves me before storming out of the closet and slamming the door. I stumble and fall from the shove, hitting my head on a bucket. I cry, my head throbbing. She's right. Nobody loves me.

I don't have a blade, so I grab a pen from my backpack and stab myself.

I skip 8th period, curled up in the closet, stabbing myself.

Suddenly, the door flies open. I blink rapidly and curl in tighter from the sudden blast of light.

"Storm!!" It's Wesley. "Why are you here?? I've been looking everywhere for you!!" He exclaims.

"Let's walk home."

"Okay beautiful."

When we're outside, I tell him what happened.

"She pulled me into the closet, called me a bitch, ugly, useless, idiot... It killed. She said you didn't love me; nobody did. Said I was a mistake." A tear slips down my cheek.

He stops walking, and looks me straight in the eye. "Storm Grey, you are the most beautiful, kind hearted, lovely, gorgeous, perfect, tough girl I have ever met. Don't you ever listen to those bullies. You are beautiful. I love you, Storm Grey." He kisses me. The tears flow down my cheeks now, happy ones. "I love you, Wesley."

"I love you too, Storm Grey." I smile through my tears.