Uniquely Different

Living Hell

"Ugly, Fat, Stupid, Slut, Loner". These are the words I hear everyday at school whether I'm walking in the hallways or sitting in class. People call it emotionally and mentally bullying. They mind as well stuff me in a locker, lock it, and throw away the key.

"Whitney Carter" Mrs. Wenson said pushing me out of my thoughts.

"Here" I said

Oh how I hate school it is a living hell, wait hell is better.

I go to Walker Hill High School in Brooklyn New York. I moved to New York from North Carolina at the age of eight because my father, Lincoln Carter, found a new job opportunity. We packed our stuff and set off to New York.

"After I take roll, everyone can go to lunch." Mrs. Wenson announced

Lunch the best time of the day haha not. Its where everyone gets into cliques and belittle people who are below them ,and for the people who are above them show them how much better they are than them.

There's a lot of cliques at my school the popular group, the pops as I call them include the rich girls and the cheerleaders they're really rude nobody likes them but everybody wants to be like them. Next, we have the jocks they're good at everything sports related but when it comes to school they're dumb as hell. Next the band geeks they are musically gifted and do very well in school. Then, we have the Cool Kids they are always polo'd down, fresh jays, and always rock the finest gear at all times. We have others like emos, goths, nerds, and etc.

"Everyone may go to lunch now be back in twenty minutes or you will be marked late!" Mrs. Wenson announced.

"Aww lunch the best part of the day" I said knowing that I would rather burn in the pits of hell than go to the cafeteria.

I exited the room expecting the worse.