Psychology

Chapter 1

'If it ain't true, it don't matter'.

Psychology.

I know I'm not normal. I'm considered a 'freak' in this generations social media. My frizzy red hair refuses to abide by my brush and lives in a world of its own. With crazy tangles and knots underneath my mane of hair, I don't even try anymore.

I don't wear make up, and that immediately outcasts me in whatever friends I might have had.

Thick geeky glasses rim my green eyes, which are dull in colour and are soft, with grey around the edges. Red freckles dance across both of my cheeks and meet at the bridge of my nose. My lips are small, red, and pouty, like a tiny rose.

I'm organised, I hand in homework on time and complete my assignments. I've been called a nerd for quite a while now and it no longer bothers me, however when anyone shoves me my temper matches my hair and soon enough I am being sent to the principals office. Again.

Even when I go into the bathroom each lunch time to freshen up, other girls enter the bathroom, take one look at me and immediately evacuate like I'm some kind of disease or skin rash that could infect them.

No one even calls me by my name anymore, not even the teachers (who refer to me usually as 'that' or 'girl').

I don't see the point in names so I'll leave this blank, names don't define who a person is and you may call me whatever you please. Even if it's rude, I don't mind. I usually get that a lot.

I don't talk much, there's no need to really. I have no friends, no social life, I am a complete outcast.

My parents are my friends. They love me and are kind to me where others are not. I seem to attract a lot of negative attention and it seems to be mostly my looks because most of the people who insult me haven't even had a real conversation with me.

So just a heads up, I'm not someone you should get involved with.

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My daily schedule is this:

Wake up, get ready for school and then leave in my run down car.

Arrive at school, hole up in the library until the bell goes and then head to class.

Ignore comments and gestures people make at me and focus on work.

At breaks, I usually find the least populated part of the school and eat my doughnut with a tuna sandwich.

Ignore the girls who cut my hair. Ignore the boys who look up my skirt and confirm their friends there isn't anything to see. Ignore the way people stare at me as if I am less than a pile of trash in a dumpster and last of all, ignore people in general.

I guess my name should matter to people who care, so if you are one of them; my name is Maddy. Maddy Carter.

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I'm in the bathroom again, trying to tame my flame red hair while three girls behind me are sniggering behind their manicured fingernails.

"What's that stench?" Grace, the girl who seems to be Queen Bee while her minions buzz around her and try to get her attention.

Minion 1 giggled hysterically, causing my ears to wince at the high pitched squeak, "It's the tramp girl!"

I rolled my eyes and hoped they would just leave.

Minion 2 scrunched her nose up and trotted over to the sink where I was washing my face in her high heels with her but waggling atrociously. "Go back home to the dump sweetheart, you need a bath."

"Says the girl who looks like a Crayola packet threw up on her face." I spat, glaring into her icy blue eyes.

"What did you just say whore?" Queen Bee snarled with her hands placed firmly on her hips.

I stuttered, not wanting to let my temper get the better of me, "N-nothing!"

She smirked and glanced down at my pathetically, "Fuck up Strawberry Shortcake." That was the last sentence I heard before she dug her fingers into my scalp and slammed my head down into the metal sink, smashing my skull.

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I woke up in the bathroom, surrounded in my own pool of blood. I don't see why anyone would let a teacher know I was hurt anyway, I don't matter.

A girl that looked to be in my year was sitting a few feet away from me.

"Are you okay?" She murmured softly and I glanced behind me to see if she was talking to anyone else.

"Yes. I'm talking to you Maddy," My eyes widened in surprise as she offered me an amused smile. The girl had mousy brown hair tied into a messy bun and slightly tanned skin. She was beautiful at the least and her brown eyes gleamed with kindness.

"My name is Carolynn, but you can call me Lynn." She offered her hand and I took it, my head wobbling slightly as she pulled me up.

"I'll take you to the office." I nodded in agreement and fumbled with my bag, swinging it onto my shoulder.

When we arrived at the office, I was immediately rushed into the sickbay and soon enough, a bandage circled my forehead.

Lynn stayed with me.

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