The Boat

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷

"Move it!" A girl pushes me aside as I was going to close my locker. "What you got here Toothpick?" Now, why toothpick? Well, I have.. long but thin legs. Not very common in our campus, so I get bullied a lot. "Again Jessica? You're such a queen." Another girl with jet black hair approaches her and high-fives with her and some other girls who followed after.
    I tried to quietly and slowly crawl away until Hands started grabbing my hair and pulling it along with my jacket. I tried to scream as I knew where they were taking me but one of them started to shush me by covering my mouth. Trust me, it was hard to breathe when I had just inhaled their toxic NAILPOLISH.

Now, they stopped grabbing as I kept coughing and gasping for breath. "Now, time for you to experience the BEST, MOST PAINFUL, TORTURE OF YOUR LIFE. As she said the last word, they started to grab a pair of scissors from one of the bags and held my hair tight. Then, they started cutting my hair in big portions randomly. But I never reacted. I just sat there, staring at the floor as they all laughed while they just please themselves with this monstrosity. "Stupid bitch!" "You don't belong in this world!" "WISH YOU DIED JUST LIKE HOW YOUR MOM DID!" Now that was the final straw.
I then stood up, faced the group, and punched one of them in the face. They all gasped. Then, they grabbed the "now bleeding" girl (I honestly don't know her), and quickly dashed off. Before their "leader" left, she said: "This is not yet over, Tanya." She then slammed the bathroom door shut as I washed my face on the sink. Not over? I'm not sure about that Lucy.
Yep. Lucy Goldstern was her name. Oh, how her hair flows so smoothly-
    What I meant to say was that she used to have a crush on me during fifth grade. But I rejected her because I never returned those feelings back.And that's when the bullying started. Hell, even my ex best friend got manipulated by her good looks and started ignoring me thanks so much for "friendship goals". But... they say people change, and it was me, not them, who changed. I...

Like her.