99 Days

Day 9 Tuesday

(Don't be confused and think u missed days. I'm just not writing every day)

It has been a week since school started. It's not too bad. Nothing else has happened to me. Which is good I guess. During lunch that kid still stares at me. I wish I knew his name. So today during lunch I finally asked.

"Im just wondering, whats your name?" I asked after I sat down.

"Its Ethan. Ethan Young." he said quietly. That's a nice name. I went back to my drawing, trying to think of what else I should say.

After about ten minutes I said, "Mine's Bianca Mourn." He smiled. I smiled back. As soon as I did I quickly went back to my art. I could tell I was blushing. Never had I ever had someone smile at me. Unless it was some evil grin that ended with me being humiliated. I was glad.

After last period I walked to my locker. Only to find something written on it. "FATTY." Of course. So what did I do? I laughed.

I yelled, "Nice one. But it's gonna take a lot to break me!" I knew as soon as I said that that I would regret it. But at that moment I didn't care. I didn't want them to know that I'm dying inside. That this was hurting me. That I was going to cry. I opened my locker and got my backpack. I hurried out of school, but not too quickly because then they would know I'm hurt.

As soon as the school was out of site I ran as fast as I could. I wanted to just be by myself in the safety of my room. My mother wouldn't bother me. We don't even speak to each other. As long as I don't get in the way of work she could care less about what I was doing. So when I got through the door I went upstairs and locked the door. I looked at my phone, not that anyone texts me, but because my phone was going off like crazy. I didn't check it yet. I was too paranoid that it was just hate texts. I was probably right too. I turned on my laptop, afraid of what I would find. Nothing. Good atleast today hasn't been totally ruined.

I opened up an email from the one and only friend I had ever made, Meridith. She asked me how school was here. I told her it was awful. Already I had made enemies. And I'll probably make more. Who knows. I told her of the instances that have happened so far and how well I had handled them. She was proud of me, of course so was I . She told me she had to go, that she was going to hang out with some of her friends. I told her to have tons of fun for me. And I turned off the laptop.

I picked up my phone and I was right most of it was hate texts. I wonder how they got my number. Well I had gotten a few texts from my dad saying he was taking me for the weekend. And what our plans were for then. I told him how excited I was even though I wasn't. He actually tries to pay attention to me and freaks out when things are going bad for me. He's the reason why I've transferred schools. My dad doesn't want me to be hurt, but honestly I didn't care. Eventually they would all stop. Even though I didn't like what he was doing for me I appreciated the effort and didn't complain. I don't need to be a nuisance to everyone.