Shortest Infinity

Try

Today was a new day. I just hoped that it wouldn't suck as bad as yesterday. So far the girls were being very mean and standoffish. Because I was at school Mrs. Taylor was really the only adult that I could tell. I go up to her desk with my arms crossed and my head down. I lean up against her desk and she jumps back slightly.
"Elena. Boundaries, take your hands off my desk."
She snaps at me and I take my hands back quickly.
"What."
She demands. I take a deep breath and begin to attempt to talk to the woman; with her arms crossed.
"I'm having some trouble making friends with the girls that I am sitting with. For some reason they think that they have control over me and keep asking me to do very weird thin-" she stops me.
" I know Sara and Emma very well, they come from very nice families and they are such sweet girls, personally I do not know why you are making this up."
"I'm not making it up! It's true!" I say with more firmness in my voice.
"Elena I think that it would be best if you just go back to your desk and calm down." It's not like I can do anything about her. She's the teacher and I'm just the student. So I sit down. With narrowed eyes watching the bitch file her papers and write emails. Her red manicured fingers flying frantically over the keys.
How stupid I was...
I think to myself watching them giggle, whispering into their ears with sickly sweet malicious looks on their faces. Quickly glancing back and forth at from me to themselves.
I'm ready to take charge. So I walk up to Ms. Taylor's desk once more and present myself in front of her and cross my own arms at her.
"Ms. Taylor, you have to believe me. Emma and Sara are truly being rude to me. I promise you. Now, they are talking about me behind my back."
She looks at me funny and then scoffs, calls across the room to get their attention and they walk over. Their gait in synchronization.
"Elena, is there something you would like to say to Emma and Sara?"
"Yes actually." I say squinting at the both of them.
" I really don't understand why exactly I cannot talk to you two and why you were whispering and pointing at me across the room." I say. The two girls freeze. I then open my mouth to speak but Ms. Taylor stops me.
"Miss Harding?" She calls and the painfully plump, blond teacher's aid walks over in yoga pants and loose sweater that hugs her fat, voluminous curves.
"Elena here thinks that Emma and Sara have been talking about her behind her back, pointing and laughing at her."
It wouldn't take an idiot to tell that Miss Harding is wholeheartedly on Ms. Taylor's side when she cups her hands around her mouth and whispers into Ms Taylor's ear and pretends to whisper while looking at me and pointing discreetly.
"So did that look like I was talking about you?" Miss Harding asks.
"Yes." I reply and Miss Harding looks back and me rudely. Obviously that was not the response she was looking for.
"Don't worry about it Emma and Sara," Ms Taylor pipes in.
"Elena just has some problems."
My heart drops and so does my confidence.
It's hopeless, I think to myself as I feel hot tears swelling in my eyes. I'll never be accepted here.