ELL
"CRACK" My body smacked the floor. I was pushed down the stairs. Why am I the one who always gets picked on the most? What puts me aside from all the people the plastics bully the most? I wish I could just stay home and read my life away, and go to the book store everyday, buying more and more books even though I have a bunch I still need to read at home. That would be a dream come true.
First off, my name is Estelle, Elle for short. I like my name I guess, but I've always wanted the name Ronny, I don't know what it stands for I just know I like it. I have orange, hard to manage hair, which definitely gets frizzy. I have "beautifully deep blue eyes" as my mom says it and dorky glasses, the squarish kind that are easy to break around the nose. They aren't that dorky though, they are smaller than the normal ones. I always wear the same necklace: a silver angel with a bright blue birth stone for March in the middle. I am not tall, I have a medium size I guess. I wear nice clothes, but I don't have lots of money to buy a whole wardrobe. I am far from rich, but I'm not poor either. I live in a small yet roomy apartment on Yelling Pond Road in Massachusetts. I go to Chester High School, known for its evilness. No, I'm just kidding, we are actually known for our debate team. We are all divided into groups: computer nerds, flat out nerds, the plastics that everyone worships, the jocks, cheerleader, the gross delinquents, the ones that always stand out, and, well me, and my best friend Mirella. Sometimes Sydney, Kendra, and Elle hang out with us, but when the plastics walk by, they act more like them then our friends. I try to accept the people from all the groups because deep down, everyone has potential, the ability to do good, they just need to find that reason to use it, but sometimes it's hard.
In school, I'm the one who cleans up after all the plastics's messes such as comforting the people who they stomp on, cleaning up the pasta Thursday's food fights, and so on. Some people say I'm too kind, I've even been yelled at from one of my teachers for being too nice and "not letting others clean up their own messes in life". On the other hand, Mirella is very mischievous and likes to see others slip up, but she isn't evil, she is pretty nice.
"CRACK" My body felt broken, but I couldn't show childish tears in front of my whole school. As I was trying to get up, Anna, the leader of the plastics, took the gum she was chewing out of her mouth and squished it into my hair. Great, just great. Then to top it off, she took the journal I was writing in for an English class activity, scanned through it, smirked, then ripped out most of the pages I wrote on. She tore them up into smaller pieces then sprinkled them over me as if I was her maid, knowing that I would clean it up. Only this time, she was wrong. I stood up, stomped one of my feet abruptly into her space bubble then put my face an inch from her nose and said, "I am NOT your maid. CLEAN UP YOUR MESS!" I turned around, picked up my books from on the floor, dusted off my clothes even though they weren't dirty, and walked to Mirella, never looking back at Anna and her three other sidekicks. I linked my arm with Mirella's and we walked to gym class. She was astonished with my actions towards Anna, but didn't say a word. In some cases, I was glad she didn't.
I though the rest of the day might actually have gone my way, but just when I took my first step out of the showers in the locker room after gym class, something crashed into my head and the world went black.
