Her Name is Natalie

Her name was Natalie.

The following story has been updated one or two years after it was published just to fix up the big mess. Im terribly sorry if you liked the first version of the story.
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Natalie, her name was Natalie. She lived on Sherman way just ten miles away from my own home. It didn't hurt to pass by and wave to her every time I have to go to my father's workplace for..well..any importance. I miss Natalie to be completely honest, Though she was a bragger and sometimes a little bitch to me...i find her strangely attractive.Even if she had a large amount of zits on her slightly disoriented face.

It was Monday morning. I woke up to the third alarm. "Shit!, I was supposed to be in homeroom five minutes ago!" feeling overwhelmed, i crept out of my bedroom and put on my denim jacket. I don't care if its "gay" for a boy to wear a denim jacket, Its fashionable. I grabbed my book bag and rushed out of the front door. "I don't have much to worry about" I thought silently, "Its only two minutes from this house."

As I ran down the streets of my neighborhood, i took note of everything around me. As always the "pervo", Mr. Simmons, was out on his porch watching Lila, A home schooled twelve year old, across the street. Though i never knew if he was actually a pervert or not...I just stay away from him anyway. The deeply multi-colored trees flashed as a jogged across the neighborhood, As the leaves slowly drooped, grass underneath swayed calmly from beneath. I stopped jogging after awhile to take my breath. I looked up to see a large grey bricked building. This building was he- I mean my high school. I drooped my eyes downward and steadily walked my way towards the building. I looked at a steeping banner from above,

Yearbooks Today!
Buy one now for 20$...
Keep forever!

Like I'd ever want one of those. I huffed and sat down at a nearby bench and checked the time. It was homeroom right now. I took a deep breath, got up, and entered my way into the building.

Like always, the halls were crowded with ignorant people (which are my classmates). I walked my way down the hall, ignoring the whispers and the pointing of the tolerant. I just made it to my locker when something gripped hard onto my shoulder. I groaned under my breath... Dylan.
I turned (or was spun around) to see a tall, black haired teenager standing in front of me. He smirked grimly. "Aww," he teased "Is "Dimpsy- Whimpsy" late for class?". A group of nearby cheerleaders giggled at him. "Go away, Dylan" I felt myself snarl. "Why should i dickbag?" He pushed me into my locker. "You cheated on my girlfriend!" People were watching curiously, probably judging me. "I never cheated on your girlfriend" I breathed. "She was the one who cheated on me". Dylan and a couple of others laughed at me like it was some joke. "Listen to me dickbag" He gripped me tight on the shirt and leaned over. I smelt the mixture of what seemed to be tacos? Tuna? I cant tell. "I don't care if she cheated on you, She doesn't deserve a loser like you". He than pushed me into my own locker and slammed it shut. "Ladies and gentlemen!" He shouted to the "audience". "The animal is rightfully back in his cage!". People howled with laughter. "Dont tap it, It disturbs the creature!" A voice that sounded like a female's screamed. I felt humiliated as I listened to all those who despise me spit mocking sentences out of their mouths. I hated them...All of them. It lasted for about five minutes until a teacher finally split up the crowd, scolded at them, and walked away; I was still left in the locker. It took me another five minutes before I managed to kick down the door of the locker, how I did it was still my own concern. My blond hair was drenched in sweat as I fixed my jacket. Eventually, I gathered enough courage to go to my homeroom. As I walked in, series of giggles erupted the room as the teacher gave a angered face. "You're late again Mr. Thomas.". I simply ignored her, nearly tripping over someone's purposely stuck out foot.  

I recall getting called out of the classroom that one faithful morning on a chill November. When I nearly arrived at the office, I saw the principal in a straight  position with her hands cuffed tightly. I thought I was in trouble. That was, until she told me the news. "Natalie is right now sick at home, She wanted me to give you this.". I could only sit there and stare as the principal simply took out a brightly colored letter with my name on the top. I took it from her and left, I'll open it later I thought...I never did open it...Yet

Before I knew it, lunch approached. I didn't bother to bring anything to eat, knowing it might end up on the floor. I cautiously walked among the floors of the cafeteria once again hearing the terrible jolts of laughter of those who see me.

" The animal escaped! Call zoo security!"

" I bet everytime he looks in the mirror it breaks.."

" If your thirsty just drink bleach!"

"KILL YOURSELF!"

I bit the insides of my mouth to keep myself from crying as I listened to everyone laugh at me as though i'm a clown in a circus. No one wanted me at their table, even the weird kids wanted me to back off! Before long You-Know-Who showed up; His smile as twisted as thorns. "What do we have hear? Little special snowflake just had to escape didn't he?". A nearby teen aged girl snorted with laughter. "Leave me alone.." Dylan shoved me and sneered. "We don't leave cancer infested particles like YOU alone!". Dylan pushed me roughly to the ground and grabbed a nearby tray. "I believe this is the garbage can? YEP!" He poured food all over my face as everyone around me laughed at their corrupted hero. I choked on disgusting tasting spaghetti juice as more students threw their food at me. It was chaos, Teachers were suddenly pouring into the lunch room trying to pull students away from me as I was being kicked and taunted at by students. I felt hot tears pour down my eyes as I let the darkness consume the last of my hopes... Then, there was a light. No...It wasn't a light is was a blur of something. What was once laughter was now a collective of screaming and yelling. I stared in shock as what was one three students who were mocking me were now thrown across from the room, Their necks were twisted 90 degrees...

 End of Chapter one, Her name was Natalie. 

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