Unseen Scars

Chapter 2

Katie..
I manage to make it to school without any other incidents. Thank god because I could not afford to run home again and change. I head to my locker to put my bag and the notebooks that I don't need just yet away. On my way to my locker I am bumped from person to person and to the occasional locker on my way there. Again this is nothing new for me. I'm used to this kind of abuse. As I'm organizing my locker the first bell rings telling us students it's time to head to homeroom to get our schedules for this term.
   I'm late to homeroom due to people knocking me around. At one point I ended up on the floor and got stepped on multiple times. But I still made it to homeroom. I walked in and all eyes were on me. All I wanted to do was run, I hate having people stare at me. But I suck it up and walk to the only empty seat which is at the front of the class.
   I hear snickering as I sit down. They are probably laughing because I have footprints all over my back and look like I just walked out of a tornado. The homeroom teacher ignores the snickering and doesn't bother to reprimand me for being late. She just hands out our new schedules and tells us to review them and if we have any questions feel free to ask. I look at my schedule and notice that there's a new teacher this year. We haven't gotten a new teacher since I've been at this school so I'm pretty excited to meet him. Besides that my schedule is same a usual. I can't help but wonder what happened to the old music teacher. I'll have to ask the new one when I get to class.
Caught up in my thoughts I don't hear the bell ring telling me it's time to head to my first class, English. Whoever thought having English first thing in the morning is one of the most restarted people to have ever been born.