Bulletproof

Chapter 2

"Sad people love the rain because they are no longer crying alone."
-Unknown

I sigh. Sometimes I wonder what the world would be like if I wasn't born. In my opinion, the world would be a much better place. I pull my sleeves farther down my wrists, and self-consciencely look around. Everyone is staring at me, they hate me. They think something is wrong with me, they don't want to be around me.

"Good morning class," our biology teacher, Mr. Rick, praises.

"Good morning Mr. Rick," the class murmurs back.

I stay silent and look down at my feet.

"Today we're going to be dissecting frogs," he begins the lesson. "I want you all to work in groups of 4, and complete an essay and write notes on what you see, and the different parts and what they're used for."

A girl with brown hair and glasses raises her hand.

"Yes?"

"Do we get to pick our groups?" she smiles at the other 3 girls around her.

"No, I will be picking them."

Great. I hate people in general, but now up have to work with people I hate even more?

"Let's see, how about Aubrey, Lexie, Quincy, and Derek work together."

The 4 students look at each other with expressions that don't show happiness, but they also don't show dissatisfaction. I sigh, playing with the edges of my fingers, wishing I could disappear.

"Adalyn, Dexter, Kira, and Ian, you're a group."

I almost choke on my own spit. Dexter has a tendency to blurt out what he's feeling and what he thinks no matter how hurtful, Kira hates my guts, and Ian is my ex boyfriend. What a wonderful group.

"I hate everyone in my group, they all suck and don't work properly," Dexter declares, earning dirty looks from Kira and Ian.

I am so used to people saying they hate me, this honestly doesn't bother me. Mr. Rick continues to announce the groups, stopping occasionally to wait for the groans of agony to dial down.

"This essay is due by the end of the week, so I'd get working and stop complaining," Mr. Rick says loudly.

Three days? He's giving us three days to come up with a system of doing things, dissect a frog, write notes, and complete an essay? Does he need a doctor?

I stand up from my seat and head over to Dexter's desk, where we will be working.

"Kill me already," I mumble, wishing I could go home.

"Well isn't this fun?" Ian smirks, moving his hand on my thigh.

I take my hand and slide his hand onto my chair instead.

"No, it's not fun, and I'm not going to end up doing all the work like other always do," I say, hoping people will finally listen to me for once.

"Too bad, get working," Kira laughs, pushing the directions and precautions towards me, turning to talk to the rest of my group.

I sigh, and blink back the tears that prick the ends of my eyes. I pick up my pencil and gaze the papers quickly. I stand up to grab the frog and tools from the side counter. While I'm at it, I also grab safety goggles for the rest of my group, even though they won't use them anyway.

"What are you waiting for, hurry up and finish the project," my group snarls once I get back to the table.

"I'm trying," I mumble.

Just leave me alone. What did I ever do wrong? What got me into this mess? Why do people hate me so much? I didn't used to be this depressed, anxious, anti-social, bullied girl. What happened?
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Hi lovelies! I haven't updated this book in absolutely forever, and I'm sorry. I hope this chapter was fun to read though, despite how long it took me to update.
XO,
Mackenzie