Insecurity

Chapter 1

Ella's POV:

I feel alone. Even though fifty people are surrounding me, I still feel alone. I sit on the bus. No one is sitting by me. No one ever sits by me. If they do, it's only because their is no other seat.

There are so many rumors about me that it's not even funny. People call me a dork. People call me a psycho. I hate to go to school. I hate to go home. I hate to go anywhere because everyone that looks at me, looks at me in disgust.

The bus jerks to stop. My head is pushed against the seat. It is my turn to get off. I try to get out of my seat, but a boy pushes me out of the way making me fall back into my seat.
"Watch where you're going hoe!" He said.

When I finally get out, I'm the last one off. No one ever bothered to let me out.
As I scurry through the halls, people look at me.

They look at me in disgust like I'm a rat or a worm that they can step on which they do. They step on my shoes. They laugh at me when I fall. And when I say "they" I mean everyone. I just hate life. I walk into my homeroom, and I am greeted by Ms.Berry.
"How are you doing today, darling?" She asked.
"I'm okay." I replied.

I lied. I just couldn't tell her what I was really feeling inside. I sit down and start reading a book.

As people pile in no one dares to sit by me. I just don't get it. The bell rings, 1st period. Great! I hate PE with all my heart. People were just jerks. I go into the locker room. I take off my clothes and put on my PE clothes. Every girl in there looks at me like I am the ugliest person alive.

As I walk out I hear we are playing volleyball. Oh no. We get into teams. I am the last one to get picked. I stand in my spot, ready for the ball. As the ball is coming toward me, I get pelted in the face. I just knew that was on purpose. My face stings and it is red.

The day goes on until it is lunch time. Oh gosh. Kill me now. As I walk out of the lunch line, I slip on orange juice and fall. Every single person laughs. Even some of the teachers were laughing. I ran to the bathroom. I didn't bother to clean my mess up.
I sat in the stall crying.

I was humiliated. I swear! At the end of school, I decide to walk home. It's better than the bus! As I walk home, it started raining. When I finally got home, I was soaked.

I open the door and see beer bottles all over the floor. He's been drinking again. I walk in and close the door. I start walking to my room.
"What do you think your doing?" Dad asked.
"G-g-going to my room?" I replied.
"All wet?" He boomed.
"I can't just stand outside in the rain." I said. He came up to me, and I flinched. He slapped me in the face.
"You selfish little girl!" He yelled.

He punched me in the stomach. I winced in pain. It hurt so bad. I tear fell down from my face.
"You little cry baby!" He screamed. He picked me up and threw me on the ground.

I scrunched up on the floor. He walked away. He probably went to go get some more beer. I walked slowly to my room. I took off my clothes and looked at my body. Their were bruises on my sides and my stomach. I crawled to my bed. I started singing.

"Don't worry about a thing because every little thing is going to be alright." I said. I just wasn't sure if it was true. I cried. I don't want tomorrow to come. I fell asleep.