Insecure

Where Are You Taking Me?

        

Isabelle's POV

The muffled sound of the nurse talking to a stranger fills my ears. I open my eyes and am transported back into the nurses office. Was I asleep? When the nurse notices that I am awake, she interrupts her conversation with what seems to be her assistant nurse to check up on me. 

        " How are you feeling? Any better?" Her face full of concern. I sit up and adjust the pillow against the wall. " Yes, I'm feeling better." I answer honestly, the nap certainly helped calm me down. " So is it 7th period now?" She breaks out into a huge smile as if she just won the award as coolest nurse.

" Not exactly, You seemed so tired that I let you sleep some more." She explains. My eyes go wide as what she says registers in my brain. I missed 7th period? " What time is it now?" I ask, my voice rising. 

" 1:45" She states. 

        I know I might seem like I'm taking this way out of porportion but for me, attending each class is essential. I need to get a full scholorship to get as far away from my mother as possible, so hearing that I've missed 7th and basically 8th period is like someone sentencing me to life in prison.

         I shoot from the bed so fast, forgetting that I'm injured. I scan the room for my backpack, but remember that it's still in the locker room. I feel the nurse tap my shoulder.

        " Calm down, If i'd known that you'd be the only kid not excited about getting out of class, I wouldn't have done it." She says apologetically, the smile gone from her face. 

" It's okay. I just had a huge test 8th period that I didn't want to miss." I lie. I don't want her thinking i'm crazy. " I have to go get my stuff. Thank you. Bye." I run out the door before she can even utter another word.

By the time I reach the gym locker room, I'm panting and holding my stomach. I enter and am glad to find that it's empty. I walk to the aisle where I left my bag. When I don't see my things I run to my locker. I put in my combination and am pleased to still see my clothes intact. So where Is my backpack? I walk down every aisle until I know for sure it's not there. I make my way to the one place I hope it's not. The Bathroom. 

I open every stall praying to find nothing but when I look into the handicapped stall there is writing all over the walls with permanent marker and laying in the center of it is my backpack with the same writing on it. I read them all one by one.

Ogre 

Freak

Eyesore

Nobody

Man stealer

        The last one catches my attention. Man stealer? I'm not even dating someone. I don't even have a crush. I try to rack my brain for who they could possible think I was stealing when one name pops up.

Seth.

         I knew being friends with him was a bad idea. He was bound to have a few girls eyeing him. Now it all made sense. That girl is in love with Seth, that's why she won't leave me alone. I look over the words one more time. How am I supposed to walk around school like this? The words are so clear. Anyone who sees the bathroom stalls and my backpack would easily be able to put two and two together and figure out they're talking about me.

        I unzip my backpack and frantically look for my whiteout. Once I find it, I unscrew the cap and begin to cover up the words. When each one is completely unrecognizable I begin to do the same with my back pack, but to make it look less like a train wreck I disguise them as hearts.