Walking down the hallway is always a pain in the butt. I walk down the white tile hallway with my head down. People murmur as I walk through them. I should be used to it. As I walked past a group of popular girls, I heard them say, "Look at that freak, she should die already." I kept walking down. People pulled my hair. Tears ran down my cheeks. I always thought of suicide, but I wouldnt want to cause pain to my parents. The bell rung. I took my time to my locker. As I got there, someone had spraypainted my locker. It said, "Freaky Trisha." I thought "Normal Day, Normal Me."
"Trisha, You're late again." My teacher, Mrs. Howard, said. "Sorry, I woke up late." I responded. "I dont care! This is the 16th time your late! Go to the office!" She replied me.
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Teen Fiction14 year old Trisha who goes to Monti Academy, gets bullied and claimed that she is a weirdo. Everybody hates her. Her family thinks she lives a happy life, but they dont know that behind that smile, their is pain and a grudge that could twist things...
