Frequencies [UNDER HEAVY EDITING]

December 26th - Under editing

On Tuesday morning, I sadly did go to school, but it seemed like I'd missed something. As I walked to my locker, whispers seemed to follow me, fingers pointed in my direction when they thought I wasn't looking. I knew something was up, some rumour going around about me. This was not about the party anymore, this was about something else and I got the - not so - strange feeling Maddison had something to do with it.

The whole day people looked at me in 'secrecy', even Mya and the band were giving me guilty and pitying looks, but  as soon as I asked why they did so, they denied even looking at me to begin with. It took several hours of torture and clenching fists before I found out why.

It was two hours before lunch, Math, and I felt sick. Everyone was just staring at me all the time and a headache was growing on the left side of my head. When the bell rang, I jumped up, gathered my books and hurried off to English. I hated Math, I always got a headache from those useless unsolvable problems.

"Rebecca Fray," A high pitched voice called and I groaned. Yes people, Maddison The Bitch was in the house. Luckily, she was only with me in two of my classes, or my ears would fall of by the fakeness of that voice. I turned around to the barbie, and again, I just couldn't believe that bitch was my friend once. Big regrets on that one.  Let's just say a lot happened over time that both made me and her into who we were now.

The barbie flipped her hair and said, way too sweetly, "Becky, you weren't there yesterday, so I don't know if you heard, I might better inform you now. You know, Luke came to my house on Sunday, almost begging on his knees for me to come back to him" What the hell? "He said he was sorry for doing such a thing to me in public, forcing that reaction out of me to protect myself. Oh, and he also said he was sorry for joining your stupid plans to hurt me. Have nice day, Rebecca, bye bye." She waved sweetly at me, swinging her ass and hair as she walked away, leaving me stunned.

How the fuck could he do that to me? I gave so much effort and he just went back to her. It wasn't that he went back to her, if he wanted to be stupid, then fine by me, but it was just that I gave him so much help and sacrifice, I bloody hell showed her who I was, almost waving with a red flag, and he just asked her back like it wa a nothing. Bloody asshole.

Angrily, I walked to English and slammed my bag on the table. Mya looked at me with raised eyebrows and said quietly, "Judging on your mood, I suppose you know."

"Hell yeah, I know!" I replied, dropping into the seat with my arms crossed. "How could he? All that hard work.... poof, gone! And why?"

Mya shrugged. "How would I know?"

"Oh, I know why, because he is jusy on fucking ass-" I trailed off when the teacher started talking, but that didn't stop my anger from burning me up inside. And, of course, as if it couldn't get any worse, I got appointed to read a part of the play we were currently reading.

In this play in question, there is a conversation between a princess and her lover, a discussion on a gladiator fight. You could easily guess it, I had to play the princess and some nerd I didn't even know the name of was 'my lover.'

"Well darling," The nerd said in the thick medieval accent he was supposed to speak in. "what do you think?"

I was supposed to speak with a seductive sweet voice, but instead I made a high pitched squeaky voice and said, "What I think is that this whole thing is stupid and that the teacher is annoying."

Mya groaned next to me, she knew this was my was to steam off my anger, or else I would punch the first person that annoyed me, but I also knew it wasn't clever. Whatever though.

The was a large amount of collective gasps and I rolled my eyes. I'd fucked up a lesson a thousand times before, didn't they ever get used to it?

"I think you're right honey." The nerd face went on, staying in his role, still saying the right lines "It is beautiful."