I walked to my next class, social studies. The school's new teacher Mr. Simpson is very nice. I can't stand nice teachers. I crave teachers that will yell and hurt my feelings. I like those teachers that you fear to tell your mother about. Anyways, I thought I could lighten up my day by doing something funny. With my fingers still bleeding, I took a marker and drew a large pentagram on the board just to see how the class would react to it. As the class filled up with students, I only got comments like "Your evil, man!" and "You're a demon!". My day remains dark. Mr. Simpson has a desk that has another desk connected to it. I sit at the extra desk. I was listening to a metal band called Slipknot. The class was quiet and I accidentally pulled out my headphones.
"How many times have you wanted to kill everything and everyone - Say you'll do it but never will!" the music played loudly. I quickly shut it off. "Thats the devils music!" "What the hell?!?" "Ummm...Turn that shit off!" students in the class blurted out. I hid my face with embarrassment as I did my classwork. Blood was slowly fell from my fingers and ran down my pencil. "You dumb bitch!" I told myself. I wonder if I am that easy to get mad at.
At lunch, the lines were crowded and long. Actually, there isnt a line. Its just a bunch of students squeezing themselves through the doors. I stood in "line" waiting to get my sloppy food. A kid I knew from last year started to talk about me to his friend.
"Hey man, you see dat girl right there?"
"You talkin' about the skinny bitch?" his friend replied.
"Yea that one. I use to be shorter than her. Now im taller."
"Cool."
"Yea. She smart as fuck man. She a nerd!"
"She ain't got no butt though."
"Yea. That girl is a stick...."
I tried not to look at them. Anger grew in me as they had their conversation. They act like I can't hear them! I decided to let it go.
A gangster-like guy let about twelve more students cut infront of me. They were all girls and honestly, they aren't pretty. They were those kind of girls that guys only want for sex. The girls squeezed and pushed me out the way. One of the girls read the grumpy look on my face. "Well damn! If you don't want no one to cut you, say something! Shit!" she snapped. I held my breath so I wouldn't say anything. Her friends might go crazy on me.
After lunch, I went to business class. The teacher, Ms. MacArthur, told the class to form groups. I have bad social skills. I don't really want to work with anyone. We had groups in this class before. My previous group members got together again. I looked at them and asked to be in their group again. They quickly shook their heads no and pulled a different person to work with them. I asked myself a bunch of questions. Did they say no because I'm weird? Was I not smart enough? Do they just not like me? Is there something wrong with me? What did I do?
I was without a partner as usual when a teacher tells a class to pick partners. I told Ms. MacArthur I had no partner. She stopped her work and asked me why. "People don't want me around as much as I dont want to be around." I frowned. "Oh stop that silly talk." she told me. She put me with a kid name Owen. Owen liked video games and he was smart too. I guess thats cool. We had to answer questions in a book. I found the book online and got all the answers for us. I felt pretty awesome.
