The Life of A Teenage Nymphomaniac (Paused)

Two

Week one was a success, and by that I mean I successfully managed to go an entire week without so much as muttering a single word to anybody. Well, except for the teachers that is. I don't know how to feel about no one trying to talk to me yet. But I guess that's just the vibe I'm putting out with my hoodie, that is three times too big for me, covering my face. I guess no one wants to get to know the weird new emo kid. And that's just fine by me. The less painless this experience is for everyone the better.

I sit in the back of math class, counting down the seconds until this period is over. The teacher, Mr.Henderson, has been giving us worksheets to see if we remember anything from last year's math, he claims that those skills will be imperative for this semester. Yeah, sure. Right now, he sits at his desk grading away at today's worksheet the rest of the small class chatting away. The other eight students in here gather up, I guess they're friends, scooting their desks closer to one another. One of the girls, I think her name is Leona or something like that, laughs so loud it catches my attention. I don't know why, but recently loud sounds have been bothering me, like a lot. Anytime I hear something above sixty decibels I get a little anxious. My therapist says I could be a sign of PTSD, I tell her that she's just diagnosing me with random things to get me to come more. More visits equal a bigger paycheck. And honestly I don't think it's possible for a person to be that fucked up. I know I went through a lot but I really do feel fine now. But then again that could just be the drugs, after all that is their job.

Anyways, what was I talking about? Oh, right, the noise.

So she laughed right, and I got a little scared so I look up a her, for a split second my head raises from its dropped position and I know she notices. The next moment I hear her scoff.

"What's with the new guy?" She asks.

New guy? Wait, do they think I'm a dude?

"What do you mean?" Another feminine voice responds.

"I don't know, he just seems a little... weird," Leona sighs.

"Maybe he's just shy. Just give him a chance to come out of his shell," A deeper, more kind voice chimes in.

"Whatever," She dismisses, and they get back to talking about the start of the football season. Apparently, sports are a big deal at this school.

After another five minutes or so, the bell rings signaling the start of lunch. Like always, I wait for my classmates to exit the room before beginning to pack my things and standing, but before I could exit the room, Mr.Henderson calls to me.

"Ariana, could I talk to you for a moment."

I stop in my tracks, a million things that I could have done wrong racing through my mind. I turn around stiffly and shuffle my way back to him, placing a wary eye on him.

"Don't worry, you're not in trouble," He reassures, an endearing smile adorning his face. "So, how's school been treating you?"

"Fine, I guess," I mutter, fidgeting with the drawstrings on my hoodie, fighting the urge to pull them so tight that I hide myself from the world.

"Are you sure?" I nod in response. "Well I was just wondering. I haven't seen you interact with any of the other kids so far, is there a reason for that?"

I shrug my shoulders, not really knowing what to say. What was he expecting me to say?

Oh yeah sorry about that, I just have a crippling fear of speaking to anyone because my dad would literally beat my ass anytime I opened my mouth for any reason other than to suck his friends' dick. But hey, I don't know, maybe I'll get over soon enough to be invited to Sally's birthday party.