Quiet Girl

Chapter one

   Going through the metal detectors at the highschool wasn't the bad part. They barely checked us anyway.
     I stand in the crowd of students wearing uniforms. Boys with button up shirts and ties down their chest.  some students had on vest or our schools jacket. And the girls wore the typical plaid shirt and button shirt with long knee socks and black dress shoes. Like the ones my grandma use to make me wear to church.
    I walk with my head down to not make eye contact with Jessica. The popular girl. I glance up to see her smoking cigarettes with other girls she hung with. I'm pretty sure they only did it because Jessica did it. She's been bullying me since 2nd grade. She use to do things like pull my hair call me names like fat and talk about my hair because it was very kinky and curly. When we were in 7th grade I locked myself in the girls bathroom and cried when I was suppose to be in science class. That day, I was walking into our middle school she threw a tampon at me and pretended that it was me who dropped it. And all her friends and even my only best friend at the time, Alexis, were laughing. And now till this day Alexis is with her crew and I'm all alone once again.
     Kids started pushing and shoving me. "Go the line is moving weirdo." Being in a school with majority Caucasians while being an African American girl who grew up in the suburbs all her life, made me a target.
       I had no family members to protect me. It was me and my grandma. My cousins lived in...an unsafe, violent environment with my aunt Jamie. Who's going to men to men. Apartment complex to apartment complex. Well that's what my grandma says. I lived with her when my my mom abandoned me and our family. I couldn't defend myself I was  a "quiet girl" I met up to the stereotypes of "the quiet ones are weak, we target the quiet ones"
      I reached the metal detectors and pass through as always. Most suburban high schools  don't even have metal detectors. Our does because there's been lots of drug and weapon abuse here at south lake academy.
      I quickly walk to the bathroom and go in the stall. Like I said before the metal detectors was the easiest part of my plan. I pull out a mini pocket knife. And a tiny doll. Last week I cut a small piece of Jackson's hair in world history. He made fun of my lips and how big they were everyday of school and everytime he had the chance to.
    This is Jackson's voodoo doll. I began stabbing it and stabbing it. Until the bell rang. I began to walk down the hallway as I feel all eyes staring at me. The second bell rang before I was able to make it to class.
"makenzi, you're late" my teacher said typing on her computer. another tardy. As always. I sat down and here people snickering and looking at me. "She didn't brush her hair again." "she was too busy looking for the life that she never had." I start to realize that the voodoo doll isn't enough to release my pain. I need a bigger plan to take everyone out. Everyone who deserves it.