Outcast

I watched as people rushed to their tables. My back was up against the far end wall of the cafeteria, but even then I was getting pushed around. The cafeteria was bustling as usual, and there were so many conversations going on at once.

I heard whispers, and giggles from the table in front of me. My head was turned to the side, but I knew who they were.

The golden people with everything.

Their table was a good distance away from me, so I was safe from their mocks and giggles.

I noticed the people around me start to disperse, so I took that as my chance to head to the lunch line.

Before I could even move a muscle something cold, and liquidy, splattered across my face.

"NERD!" Someone yelled out. An empty red solo cup hit me square in the face soon after. Huh. I guess I was wrong.

Everyone started laughing.

My cheeks began to roar a fire, so I forced myself to move.

Some people gave me sympathetic stares as I passed by them, but that's all they ever did. Stare.

The lunch lady wasn't even aware of the situation, because she had her headphones on with the music on max. I could tell, because I could hear it from where I was standing.

I put some food on my tray, payed for my lunch, and left the cafeteria in a blur.

All of that took me less than a minute, but even after I left I could still hear their laughter and their haunting chants.

"The hell happened to her?"

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I promise you this story isn't as bad it seems.

*Benefits of Reading: long chapters (2000+ words) okay grammar and spelling (but I'm editing the story as I go).

If you're going to read my story, at least get to the fifth chapter, not including the information chapter