When I Turned 16 (Memories)

And Action!(Chapter 10)

"Sorry, I'm late," I said while I was walking through the door.

"Its fine, just don't do it again," Ms. Peter said while putting our grades into the system. I stood above my desk and saw words written on it. Things like, "stupid, loser, b*tch, why are you still here, and your a disgusting brat." All those bad things. It didn't surprise me, I've been dealing with this ever since I was in the 5th grade. I still wonder how I can put up with it. 

"Huh, that's new," I said to myself.

"Is that weirdo talking to herself again," a student whispered behind me.

"Yeah, what a freak," said a student next to the other student. I grabbed some wipes from Ms. Peter's desk and wiped the words written in marker off my desk. Sometimes, I try to ignore the things they say about me. Some teachers try to find a way to help me, but I always turn down the offer. Later, after some of my classes, I was walking to my locker and saw the popular girl in school, Margride Page. Since she was walking my way, I turned around telling myself, "Maybe I'll go to my locker some other time." I walked a little faster, so she wouldn't notice me, but she did.

"Hey, Frances," Margride yelled across the hallway to get my attention and everyone else's.

"Its, France," I said as she and her girls walked towards me.

"So what, same thing."

"So, I heard you've been missing out of school for some reason and not because you were sick. Did the old freak come back?" Margride asked.

"He's not a ... wait, how did you know?" I asked while this feeling of anger started flowing through my veins.

"You think I didn't notice those bruises on you?" She said as I pulled my jacket on me some more.

"Yeah, and of course, anyone would notice that slap mark. What, did the old freak hit you again?" She chuckled as I touch my face, realizing the mark being noticeable.

As I opened my mouth a little, about to speak, I felt an arm put around my shoulder. I turned my head to see who it was. 

"Ladies, ladies. How about we all calm down and chat another time, okay?" Michael asked.

"Michael!?" I said.

"Hi." He said to me. "So, are we cool?" 

"Hmp. Come on, girls," Margride said, walking passed me, but she whispered something in my ear.

"I'm not done with you, yet," she whispered. I didn't say anything.

"Hey, you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you," I said.

"No problem." It got silent between us.

"Soo, I better get going. Don't want to be late for class," I said while getting ready to walk away.

"Okay, I'll see you later," he said, waving at me. I waved back.

Later on, at lunch. I started to think about what Margride said and noticed that people were talking about me, but when I'm near them, they stop talking about me and talk about something else.

"I want to go home," I whispered. 

"Hey, Maya. How are you?" Farah asked.

"Hey. I'm good, I guess." I said, turning my head away from Farah.

"So, have you heard about people talking about me lately?" I asked.

"What? Who? I'll beat e'm up," Farah said while punching the air.

"*Sign,* I don't know what to do anymore. Its got to the point where I can't even think straight anymore," I said as my eyes were tearing up. 

"Hey, don't start crying. Everything will be aright."

"Okay," I said while wiping my eyes.  

"Well, if anything else happens, just know that Michael and me got your back," Farah said, putting her fist in front of me.

"Yeah," I said while our knuckles collided.

That's when Michael texted me. He told me to go to the film room.

"Who is it?" Farah asked.

"Michael. He wants me to meet him in the film room," I said.

"Can I go with you?"

"Sure," I said while putting my phone back in my pocket.