I'm not the one who needs saving

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I am here sitting by the road, impatiently waiting for my dad for at least an hour. He promised me that he would pick me up today, yet I wished that I could walk home as I always do. I hate staying at school more than I have to. It's not because I hate the schoolwork, in fact I hate going out to lunch. You would think that any 12 year old would love to go out to hang out with friends while enjoying food, but I do not have friends. At least not any in the school, I have some fun older cousins but they're out of state. Even though I don't have friends, I am never alone at lunch. Or in the classroom, or even after school. All throughout my school life a bully has accompanied me, and that bully is walking down the sidewalk with her cronies.

As they came closer, I kept my eyes on the road, hoping the passing cars can distract me from that menace. Her sleek ebony hair, her fashionable clothes, her perfect makeup and body. A beautiful, POPULAR, girl like that is only the disguise. She is the Devil, and the name of the Devil was Monica. The Devil of course has her cronies, Isabella (the gossip), Alexandra (the tomboy), and Johanna (the liar). The 'ahh' group they call themselves, because they thought it was so cute that all their names end with the 'ahh' sound. Ironically clever for an un-bright group.

And now the 'ahh' group is right behind me. "Aww! Look it's the little four eyed girl!" laughed Isabella. Her blonde curls bounced as she poked at me.

Alexandra popped her bubble gum, "Can you see without those magnifying glasses NERD?"

"Ha!" sneered Johanna, "I bet they also hide those hideous eyes of her, I bet she has BUG EYES!"

They all cackeled. But Monica said nothing, but her glare at me is always the most disturbing. Oh how I wanted to hide my face. It was red from embarrassment and if my grey eyes could turn red, they probably would. I tried to ignore them, but that didn't stop the torment. Although the comments were terrible, the cronies were never able to take action. It wasnt their job, it was Monica's. I was just waiting for her move; she always waits until after the comments to make her move. And as always, she did, and today she snatched my glasses off of my face. Within that split-second my pristine (and slightly scratched) world became blurred. I cannot see without my glasses, I'm practically handicapped without them.

I immediately rushed for my sight, but as a short girl, Monica easily kept my glasses away from reach. Her cronies laughed at my handicap, and I was on the verge of tears.

"Give them back!" I whimpered. But of course, she only responded with her sarcastic remark.

"I am trying to give them back to you, but it just seems like you can't reach my hands." Even with a blurred vision I could see that glint of joy in her green eyes.

Even though I could not reach as is, the cronies were given the sign to join by Monica. With a snap of her free hand, the others joined instantaneously. Isabella pulled away my backpack, and when I switched towards her, Alexandra pulled down on my hair. Tears ran down my cheeks as Johanna videotaped the whole scenario. Why would anyone want to video tape this, who would want to see this? Why ?

Then Alexandra thrust me onto floor, and the others stopped what they were doing. I heard my backpack and my glasses drop to the floor. But from beyond that, I heard the upcoming sound of my dad's car. They all changed their attitude towards me. They started to help me up as the car came over to park.

"Oh are you okay?" They repeatedly said out of their false kindness,"Here are glasses!" Alexandra picked them up from the floor and blew off whatever dust there was on there.

"Ohhh", whined Johanna as she picked up my backpack, "Your backpack got so dirty when you tripped!"

My dad parked and rolled down the window, "Is everything alright? What happened? "

Monica hastily put the glasses on me to cover up my swelled eyes, "I think everything's okay Mr. Catherine." (Catherine is actually my first name, she just calls my father that way to seem very cute), "It's terrible that she tripped like that."

"Well thank goodness you girls were here to help her up", he smiled (Not knowing of the fraud they were pulling)

"Well she's our cute little friend!" Lied Johanna as she hugged me.

"See you later Catherine~", they chimed in unison as they all trotted away.

I stood there with my hair a mess, and with an expressionless face. "Well come on in honey, I'm so sorry I'm late. The office held me, but it's a good thing that those girls were here with you, right?"

I nodded. I did not want to worry either of my parents. I did not want any trouble at home. They are always busy, and I prefer to come back to a quiet place.

Therefore, I opened the door and quietly entered the car. As my dad started the engine, he happily commented, "What good girls."

****

This morning some of my hair fell out because of yesterday's incident. Clumps of light brown hair floated downto the floor, contrasting against the dark brown rug. Along with hair falling out I had a bruise on the back of my neck, my hair easily hid it but my hair could not hide the pain of it. Yet, it all seems like a routine to me. Other girls would have been traumatized by such an experience, but this is just my life. It has always been this way. Even if I were to try to stand up to her, I cannot. I do not have it in me. What can I do?

Simply nothing. I cannot do anything; all I can do is live it out. It's not like I'm of any interest anyway. Just the quiet nerd who gets straight A's and is bullied. You would think that someone would stand up to them, but no one else seems to have seen their true evil. Just me.

I cried silently to myself. As usual. It's all such routine.

****

Whenever I'm alone with my mom in the car it's always awkward. It's silent and we don't know each other that well. All I know is that for a while now I have wanted to ask her about some things, you know girl things. However, I am always afraid of her reaction. So until I can ask her about 'that' I've been hiding 'that' underneath a large baggy sweater. But she's so sharp.

"You know...I've realized that new trend of yours. I know you've worn baggy things in the past but the sweater is definitely new. Is something the matter?" I stayed silent. I wasn't sure how to ask, how could I ask something so, weird? Oh, how I wished I had the courage to tell her, yet I could only reply by stupidly shaking my head.

"I really wish you would speak to me Cathy, I know I'm a doctor, and a strict one to that. But at home, I'm off the job. If you ever need to ask anything just go and do it.", yet I still sat there quietly.

She stopped in front of the schools gray gates. Unlocking the door, she routinely said that she loved me, and she let me out of the car. I walked into the massive halls of my hell and immediately made a left into the abandoned girl's restroom. It was my safe haven before class started; everyone believed it was haunted so no one has ever disturbed me. I sat there in the corner of the musty room, and I pulled of my sweater. There, under my long sleeve, was my fat chest. It is so embarrassing, and I don't want those girls to make fun of me for something new.

I looked into the bathroom mirror ashamed, it's no wonder no boy has ever taken interest in me. Pale, colorless, gray eyes. Shoulder length hair that was light brown, and falling out. Now to add on to all of that my FAT chest. How I wished I looked like my mother, I envy her beauty. It might be the reason why I'm so afraid to talk to her.

As I pulled my sweater back on, the bell rung for 1st period. I quickly adjusted my glasses and entered the hallway unnoticed.