Jenny
I went to the nurse after I puked and was sent home. I was back at school the next day anyway so I didn’t miss any work. A lot of people tease me but at least Drew is happy to see me. “Hey Jenny!” He welcomes me with a hug when I see him in the morning before homeroom. I hug him back. “Hey Drew.” I whisper burying my head into his chest. He’s six feet tall and I’m only 5’3. “Feelin’ better? Katy told me what happened.” He explains. “Yeah I’m good.” I smile and look up into his eyes. They are light blue with a green tint like the shallow water on a beach. “Do you wanna hang out in in the high school cafeteria after school?” he offers hopefully. “Sure.” I agree kissing his cheek. “See you there then.” He pats my head, ruffling my curly blond hair and walks off. “Get a room!” a voice behind me taunts. I look to see Katy. “Oh hi.” I say unenthusiastically. She giggles. “Even if he’s a butt sometimes you make a cute couple.” She decides nodding. “He’s not a butt! He’s really nice but everyone judges us because we’re young.” I argue. She looks down. “That’s why I don’t want a relationship.”
After school, I hang around the high school waiting for Drew. My phone vibrates and I look to see he texted me. “I got detention. Can we meet a little later?” he asks. I frown. “Sure.” I text back. I stand outside the cafeteria waiting. Kids go in and out for a while until there are none left. A group of girls come up to me and tease me.
“Hi Jenny.” One of them says giving me a fake smile. “Hi.” I mutter. “I heard you threw up yesterday. I hope you’re okay.” Another girl says while the others laugh. To anyone else this may seem like a group of sweet girls who actually give a fudge about my well-being but I know better. After being at this school for a while you learn they’re just making fun of me in their own cruel way. “Yeah I’m awesome!” I say pretending to be enthusiastic. “Have you and Drew ever fucked.” One pretty brunette says and starts laughing. On cue the other girls laugh too. “Dude we’re like 14!” I exclaim. “Um . . . I’m not a dude.” She says. “So ratchet.” Another girl whispers thinking I can’t hear. I’m not exactly sure what ratchet even means but I don’t think it’s in any way a compliment. “Alright nice talking to you but you should be on your way biscuits.” I say grinning and shooing them away. “Um what did you just call me?” one girl demands. “Yeah what’d you call us?” the other girls ask angrily. “Biscuits.” I say sticking out my tongue. “So immature! I’m gonna report you to the office for that.” I roll my eyes to that and say, “Have fun.” They grumble as they walk away. “Little freak” “Fucking weirdo” “Ratchet hippie”. “Love you too!” I call out as they stomp off. They just stick me the finger.
As time goes on I get sadder. I wonder if Drew will even show. Just as I’m debating leaving, a voice startles me. “Hey little bitch,” a deep voice beings. I whirl around thinking to see more biscuits but see Nick instead. Surprisingly he isn’t with his posse of boys who worship and follow him. “Go away you buttwaffle.” I mumble grinning. He laughs. “I heard you threw up all over the place yesterday.” My face burns. “So what?” I whisper. He laughs again. “What are you gonna do about it? You’re a little pushover.” he asks. I fume inside and fight the urge to punch him. “Who cares? At least I’m not a buttwaffle like you.” I say sourly using another original “burn”. Nick raises an eyebrow. “You’re a fucking weirdo you know.” he mutters reaching into his pocket. I look to see him pull something shiny out of his pocket. A knife! He has a knife!
I shriek. “Where’d you get that? Why do you have it?” I squeal. He just shrugs and steps toward me holding the knife. I quickly scurry off. I run into the cafeteria and wedge myself in between two snack machines. My heart is hammering in my chest and I wonder what drove Nick to the point that he’d bring a knife to school. When he doesn’t find me, I think he might have left. “Peek-a-boo.” A voice taunts. The air next to me ripples and some type of portal opens. I shriek as Nick comes out if it. He looks different. His ears are huge and he’s glowing orange. “What the fudge happened to you?” I squeak. “Nothing important. What matters is what I do to little bitches like you.” he threatens. He grabs me and I kick and squirm trying to break free of his grasp. My feet leave the ground and he throws me down on the floor. I squeak when I hit the ground. A warm sensation comes over me. Nick looks down at me surprised. “Why are you staring at me like that?” I demand my voice still cracking. I look at my reflection in the glass part of the vending machines. I look so different it’s not even funny.
My hair is different streaks of red and purple. I’m wearing a lavender dress with red hearts. I have two light red boots. The most shocking change is a plump lizard tail that sticks out from under my dress. I shriek and I feel cool air on my shoulders. I look to see most of my arms are covered by two fuzzy arm-warmers. I look up at Nick nervously. “What the flip happened to me?” I demand angrily. He shrugs. “Don’t ask me.” he mutters. He points his knife at me. I realize he still intends to stab me or cut me or whatever he wants. I shrink down and squeeze my eyes shut. He hesitates with his knife for a second. Does he actually want to do this? It doesn’t look like it. I realize I have a small shot at escaping. As much of a pacifist as I am, I’m not dying today! I lift my foot and kick Nick in the balls. He screams angrily and drops his knife. It clatters on the ground as I leap up. I run to the cafeteria door. “Fudge you!” I scream running away.
