Melissa

Chapter 2: Teardrops

As always, first period was English. The place where I mostly got teased. The teacher, Mr. Blake was hansome and every girl had a crush on him. He was 23 and looked like he could be in Twilight or the Hunger Games as Gale or as Jacob. Anyway, whenever the teacher got a phone call from the staff, he had to leave the room. So it was pretty much hell for me. 

As I walked into the class I looked around. Of course everyone was staring at me and whispering "slut" or "whore" into their friend's ears. I quickly walked into the back of the classroom and took the nearest seat that wasn't near anyone and closest to the closet. I felt like a downright islander. I couldn't sit with anyone because nobody respected me anymore.

While Mr. Blake was writing on the whiteboard, a kid threw a crumpled piece of paper at me. I looked at him and unraveled the paper. The paper said: I guess you will stay a while after class with Mr. Blake, slut" I crumbled the paper up in anger and put my head down. Then more and more papers were thrown at my head. I couldn't take it. I stood up and then snapped.

"I'm not a fucking slut!" I yelled. "Can you people just leave the hell alone for one fucking month!" 

Everyone looked at me including Mr. Blake. I felt my cheeks burning and I was embarressed with anger. So I ran out of the classroom, into the bathroom, and went into the stall to cry not caring if anyone was there or not. I hated the way people had treated me for something I didn't even do.