Rag Doll

Chapter 1

I was sitting in my eighth period class, waiting for the bell to ring.

Mr. Meyers was going on about the French revolution. He was about to start on uniforms or something when the bell rang.

I quickly grabbed my books and headed for the door. I was about to exit the room when someone put their foot out in front of me.

I tried to stop but I fell forwards. My books landed all over the floor, along with fifteen sheets of paper.

"Oh, did I trip you? My bad, I thought you were that dorky chick. Oh wait that is you!" Came a male voice. Mike.

Mike's the asshole of ninth grade. He only has two friends, but he's still doing better than me in the friends’ area. I'm better than him in the grades area, and that's one of the reasons I'm the target of his bullshit.

"Fuck off Mike. We all know I could kick your ass," I said. I picked up all my books and papers quickly. Not quick enough though.

Mike grabbed one of my books and tossed it between his hands.

"Zombies, huh? Interesting. I'm gonna put this book out of its misery. It would much rather be in pieces than in your hands," Mikey opened it half way and tore it apart, right down the center.

"What's going on? Max, get out of the way," Mr. Meyers yelled when he noticed I was holding up the line of kids waiting to get the hell out of there.

I grabbed the pieces of my book and got out of the doorway. The pile of high schoolers shuffled out of the classroom. I was the last one out of the door.

I worked my way through the halls, avoiding the group of lockers where the assholes and perverts hung out. I reached my locker and tried the combination lock. Nothing.

I tried it a few more times and it still wouldn't open. By the time I got it open the hall was empty. There was just a few other nerds at their lockers.

Here, everyone had a group. You were a popular, a jock, a pervert, or a nerd. I tried to talk my way into the group of nerds that hung out at the library, but even they wouldn't let me in.

I pushed up my glasses and pulled my backpack out of the small locker. I shoved my books into my bag, along with my sketch pad and my laptop. I zipped it up and slung it over my shoulder.

I slammed my locker shut and headed for the door. It was Friday, so no one was hanging around for sports or clubs.

I flew out the doors to find Jackson. He's a major perv and has a giant crush on me. He always asks me out and sometimes he slaps my ass. God, I wish he would rot in hell.

"Hey, Max," He walked up to me, "You gonna go out with me this time?"

"There is no way in hell I'm ever going to go out with you," I yelled.

He started advancing on me. I stepped back, but he kept walking.

"Get away from me you perv!" I yelled.

He backed me against the wall. He grabbed my arm and I pulled away. He tried to roll up my sleeve, but I pulled away.

I kneed him in the balls and he backed away in surprise and pain.

I ran off, I stepped in a puddle from the rain yesterday and my black flats got soaked. I got back to my house and slammed the door shut.

"Anyone home?" I yelled. No response, go figure.

My parents are never home. They always go on 'business trips'. Actually, they go to Vegas and Miami. They have money, but they use it on themselves only, never their ONLY CHILD. Just themselves.

I usually spend month’s home alone. It's not that bad, but sometimes I wish I had someone to talk to. The silence has been getting to me lately.

I've been seeing things, just little things. Like last weekend, I thought I saw a cat in the drive way. Or yesterday, I saw a mouse in the kitchen. Neither were real, but they have been getting more and more realistic.

I kind of miss talking to people. Having friendly interactions. Just saying hi to someone. It was nice. Now, I have no one.

It's getting lonely. And suicide is looking pretty damn good right now.