Ch.8 Harsh much?

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I woke up 20 minutes later that usual and had to scramble around my house to get ready. I ended up wearing sweatpants and a tank top and let my hair fall down right above my hips. I threw on my glasses grabbed a sweater and my backpack and ran out the door to my bus stop only to find that I already had missed it.

My dad was at work already so he couldn't take me and I sat there panting at the end of the street with no ride just great. I was about to just bolt to the school when a car pulled up to the road where I was standing. Ryan was in an car with his older brother smiling, he seemed like he was always smiling. "Need a ride?" He chuckled. I nodded and he motioned for me to get in.

Ryan's brother shot him and me both dirty looks, is Ryan so oblivious that he didn't know I was the school joke, but everyone else including the seniors know who I am?

We soon pulled up to the school and Ryan's older brother Jasper I think his name is parked the car. I rushed out eager to get out of that awkward silence, but Ryan stopped me "wanna walk to class with me, I think were in the same home room" he said. My being the shy loser I am didn't even use words I just nodded my head and walked down the hallway with him.

Everyone was staring at him, but mostly me as we walked down the hallway talking with each other. I couldn't tell if Ryan.. A.) knew who I was and was just being nice to me because he felt bad B.) had literally no clue and is just a complete idiot or C.) he doesn't give a single crap.

Whatever it was I didn't care because I had a hot guy to escort me to my classes so hey win win. We walked to homeroom and took seats next to each other since the teacher hadn't chose them yet.

Some how Dustin Tristan and Jenna didn't catch me today, so I was in the clear, but I also didn't see Jenna in home room. I didn't really think about being the idiot that I am because nerds are supposed to be smart right? What are the odds that three people who all are friends and my bullies were all absent on the same day pretty slim chance.

But little did I know when I stopped to my locker after my second period class that it would be completely vandalized. I took a big long look at the things on the locker they said stuff like ugly, fat, nerd, retard, and there were even drawings of me that looked disgusting. They also said things like go kill yourself no body likes you you suck and some other stuff, but I'm just going to keep this paragraph PG if you know what I'm saying so they spent an entire period working on this masterpiece...

I felt tears build up in the back of my eyes but tried to keep them locked away. I didn't even care if I was missing my biology book for my next class I bolted down the hallway trying to block the image of my locker out of my head.

I sat down next to Ryan since we were Bio partners. "Are you ok?" He asked and I realized that I did very poorly trying to not cry. "Oh um I'm fine" I said, sniffling and I wiped my face. I basically made it extremely obvious I wasn't fine, but that was not my intention when I did that.

"No your not fine just tell me what's up" he said. "Why do you even care?" I asked. "What do you mean why do I care you upset and I just want to help" he said. "Just some stupid bullies vandalized my locker and..." I didn't finish because I was rudely interrupted "someone did what? Savannah that's really serious" he said. I nodded, but didn't really listen because so much worse has been done to me.

Jenna has beaten me to a pulp before and the principal suspended her for 3 days she said it was because I didn't have enough proof like my purple swollen up face wasn't good enough for her or something.

Something told me the principle would just give Jenna Dustin Tristan and me sponges and tell us to work it out. I don't know what's up with teachers in high school, but all of a sudden they act like they're not teachers, but are more like bodies hired to sit in a office, I'm pretty sure 100% of my teachers don't give two craps about me.

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