My short story for my AP language arts class UwU

Chapter 1: ১Layla১

"What's with you?"

"Watch It!"

"Sorry." always the same emotionless response because I can't pay attention.

"Ugh! Are you retarded?!"

People at my school spit venom, do I care? Yes.

Do they care? No...

People always challenge my mental health.

"Are you like, bipolar?" At this point I'm almost late for every class. I can't count how many people I've bumped into today and it's only 7th period. This time I bumped into someone who made me feelーMortem.

I stared at him with awe in my eyes, and I actually stuttered...

"U-uh... sorry" I stumbled in my thick Aussie accent (🤙🤙🤙🤙🤙🤙🤙), my real voiceーit was hoarse because I haven't used it in so long. He looked at me with a pink face.

"I-It's fi-fine. Hey u-uh did you lose your voice?" he said so quietly, only I could hear. I couldn't hide how I felt at this moment... "I-I uh... I haven't used my real voice in a while so Iー" the bell rang "I have to go to class, sorry."

I ran to my next class just a few seconds before the bell finished ringing and rushed to my seat, panting. The girl sitting next to me gave me a sideways smirk as her fingers combed through her jet black hair that covered her eyes and I caught a glimpse of her nearly white eyes. "Hi there~" she was still smirking at me "U-uh... Hi" looking at her smirk gave me butterflies in my stomach. "You must be the new girl... I'm Kirami," she finally stopped smirking at me "I'm Layla," I say in my annoyingly flat voice "I know what your real voice sounds like... Don't try to hide it from me... Layla" I swallowed, her voice gave me goosebumps. 'Do you like her or something?!' I cursed myself for letting her make me freeze up. I began to move my bangs away from my forehead and started to mess with the deep purple side of my hair, I felt someone lift up the silver-gray side of my hair 'Who's doing that?! Ugh... they better get their grimy hands out of my hair...' I turn around in the gray swivel seat to see that Kirami had been messing around with my hair "Don't touch my hair," I said blandly. Kirami forked at her hair again, glaring at me. Kirami's look of irritation sent fear spiraling through me, "Sorry, princess" she spat quietly. Good job you idiot, you made someone mad again and they were only messing with your hair' The negative self-talk is a habit and it always will be.