Your stare was cold like a winter’s day. Your eyes were heartless. You weren't perfect, but for some reason you thought you had it all, when in reality you had nothing. You were 180 pounds of pure evil; destroying everything in your path. It all started my sophomore year in high school. You introduced yourself that day. You knew some people I knew, so we sat together at lunch. It was innocent at first, just two teens getting to know each other, until you made that remark I wish you had kept to yourself. It was all going so well, why did you have to screw it up? I was finally making some friends. I guess I was too naive to notice those people I called “friends” were never my friends at all.
Lunch that afternoon was enjoyable. As a group we discussed the latest movies and who was cute this year. It felt so good to be apart of something for once. To actually fit in with a group made me feel like I was wanted. Just as I got up to get a napkin you followed behind, talking casually. You pulled me aside and told me you needed to tell me something. I said, “Okay, what is it?” “Well, we all took a vote and nobody wants you to sit with us. Nobody likes you and everybody thinks you’re ugly.” I looked at you with confusion. “What? I thought they all liked me. They acted so nice,” I said not able to meet your eyes. “Well no. They all hate you. Actually the whole school hates you. Well, that’s what I heard anyway.” The comment came with a cold, unconcerned look in your eyes. I went back to the table and sat down. You kept trying to confront me, when you knew I didn't want to discuss what you just said. After about ten minutes of you talking about how many people made fun of me behind my back, I finally lost my temper. I looked at you and said, “What the hell is your problem? You’ve known me for a day and you’re already starting crap with me!” loud enough for everyone to hear. The cafeteria was filled and at that one moment it seemed like time stopped. I yelled so loud half the lunchroom turned around. Your best friend, Madison turned to me and ordered me to leave the table. The look on her face let me know that I was unwanted. Nobody cared what you had said to me, it was somehow my fault.
I grabbed my backpack, threw my lunch away, and ran out of the cafeteria trying to hold back the tears that were about to flood my face. I bumped into the dean asking me where I was going. By this time I had mascara dripping down the side of my face. But this did not faze me. All I cared about was getting the hell out of there. “Where are you going? You can't leave the lunch area until the bell rings,” said the dean. “JUST LET ME OUT OF HERE! PLEASE! LET ME GO ANYWHERE BUT HERE!” I sobbed. “Umm you can go to the bathroom,” he said back. I ran towards the bathroom not looking back. I stayed in there all of lunch crying. This was supposed to be the year of friendship and fitting in but instead it was back to square one.
You continued to bully me anyway you could. Your posy would stalk me whenever they had time. I remember that Wednesday you and Madison walked over to my locker and slammed it shut. I looked straight up at you wondering what you were doing. “Who the heck do you think you are telling the dean on Morgan?” Madison said. “Look I told the dean that she was bothering me. So if she stops we can all settle this,” I said calmly, trying to hide the fear in my eyes. “How about I just punch you in the face? That way you'll have a reason to get plastic surgery,” she said, while screaming in my face. You and Madison left as I stood mortified.
You made up a rumor that soon escalated. You told your history class that I had gotten you detention for the whole week, when I never did such a thing. That day I had people I didn't even know come up to me and throw stuff at me while calling me explicit names. Boys put ice down my shirt, and poured Pepsi on me. Girls chanted “go kill yourself” as I walked down the hallways. Everywhere I went your groupies would stare me down. Their dark, apathetic eyes, made me shiver. I had tried to make friends for two years at school and now you were destroying my progress.
