Myrrh

School

I woke up on Monday morning and thanked God for waking me, then I got out of bed and got ready for school. I put on a long grey dress, white socks and black Mary Janes, the only shoes I owned. I get teased for what I wear a lot , my classmates say I dress like a haunted doll. My hands spasmed as I picked up my hair brush, causing me to throw it across the room. I picked it up and brushed my hair quickly, then put it in milkmaid braids. I walked downstairs and said goodbye to my parents. Then I left for school. I can't drive because of my spasms, and kids trip me on the bus, so I walk to school. I arrived a half hour later, I walked in and heard people talking just like they always do. "Freak, Jesus weirdo, virgin." The whispers followed me everywhere. I got to my first class, British Literature, we were reading Oliver Twist. Our teacher, Ms. Mitzi had assigned silent reading for the class period. I had never been allowed to read Oliver Twist before so I was super excited to start it. I picked up the book and my hands spasmed again, causing me to drop it. I picked it up off the floor as my classmates laughed. One said "told you it would happen today, you owe me $5 April." April groaned and handed her friend $5. I can't stand when this happens, I wish my parents would let me treat it. After class I was stopped by one of the stoner kids. "Myrrh, wait." He called out. I stopped, amazed that someone had called me by my actual name instead of freak, or another less than flattering nicknames. "Hi, I'm Birch" he introduced himself, holding out his hand. I took it and he continued, "I have something for your hands. Meet me during lunch." And suddenly, I didn't care what my parents thought. They didn't have to know. I would meet Birch at lunch. "I'll be there."