playdead

Chapter Three

"Penelope!"

"AHH!"

The class laughed and giggled at her. That was just Penelope's life in general.
She seemed to always embarrass herself in front of everyone. Their eyes burning into her skin.

It was 4th period on a Tuesday. Almost lunch, then the last two classes of the day. Then, Penelope got to go home.

In about 2nd grade, Penelope had received the nickname "Breezy." It was a name with great dissatisfaction, since it had been given due to the fact that Penelope had "passed gas" during a school play that year. Oh lord.

"PENELOPE! Please focus!"

Breezy was snapped back to reality. Breezy sometimes had these random thoughts that trailed off nowhere due to the situation she was in.

Let's see...4th period, was science. What're we doing again?

Breezy looked at the board. Because of her tired mind, her brain only figured out squiggle lines on the white board. Brilliant.

"Now who can tell me what this 'law of superposition' is again?" The science teacher asked.
Penelope knew this. It had something to do with layers or something.

"Penelope? What is the law of superposition." He asked again.

There they were again. The burning eyes, staring her down.
"Uh...the law of superposition is...its that one thing that like, has layers?" Breezy answered.

"Good. You know how to speak. Pay attention." He replied, and went on with his lecture.

The class laughed again. Their squeals made her insanely irritated and uncomfortable.

Some moron threw a crumpled piece of paper at the back of her head. Breezy instantly whirled her head around to see who it was.

The prime suspect? Patrick Hothstetter.

Patrick was of course, a bully. His family believed in "no gays" and in other controversial topics. He called Breezy a "fag" once in the hall in 6th grade.

Breezy had short hair that looked like a boy's cut. Patrick also called her a "trap" for that.

Despite his uneven teeth, onion breath, and selfish mindset, he was a smart rat.

He knew how to get out of trouble. He knew how to escape sticky situations.

Patrick also had brother, but Breezy didn't want to think about that...idiot.

Breezy grabbed the piece of crumpled paper and straightened it. The note said in atrocious handwriting, "YOU CAN STRAIHGETN THIS PAPER, BUT YOU CANT DO IT TO YOURSELF!"

Spelling error. Above it, Breezy wrote "Straighten*" and crumpled it again. She tossed it right at Patrick and smiled.

He knows he can only verbally hurt Breezy. One finger on her, his whole family is DONE.

Breezy sat on her science stool triumphantly. What comeback now, bitch? She said in her head.