Its only Facebook.?

"Oh god, look who's walking our way. Everyone watch out, emo freak is walking this way. Don't. Make. Eye. Contact." She said, giving me a death glare. I just look straight ahead of me. Not wanting to listen to any of her sh*t talk.

That's Staci. She is popular, of course. She thinks she is the most beautiful walking thing, yet she's wrong. She's a total fake. And I really mean that. Her nose is fake, her boobs are fake, even her hips are fake. The face is covered in make up. Eye liner covering her eye lid. Don't even get me started on what she wears. Today, a halter top. The top three buttons undone, showing off way to much fake. Her skirt so short that you can actually see her lace thong up her fake a*s.

I snear at her. Putting both my ear phone in blasting 3OH!3. There's no point to even try to fight back. All she does is throw more insults my way. Words I've never even heard.

I walk to my first class. Math. I teacher frowned when I walked into the class room. I pulled my hood over my head. Popping my sun glasses on, while still listining to my music.

Hardly making out what Mr. Leosem was saying. My hand trying it's best to scribble what he was writing down before he would erase it and start over.

I wasn't the best kid ever, my parents just split up. My dad moving at New York to meet up with the girl he met online. My mother just barley able to get up in the morning, way to depressed. So school this past year has been a living hell for me.

I'm a Sophomore. Going into the second semester. Mother just got me my first ever cell phone, even though I kept telling her there was no need for it, since I had no friends to text anyway.

But some how Staci seemed to have found my number. Sending my awful texts. Telling me how ugly I was, that I shouldnt be alive. Stupid stuff like that.

I have never understood why she hated me so much. I mean I've never done anything to her. In fact, I haven't even went to school with her till second semester last year! There is nothing I know about her and nothing she knows about me.

Sometimes I wonder if she had problems at home like I do. I mean that's why people pick on other people right.?

"Ms. Knight! I'm not going to ask you again! Take your ear phones out now! Or go to the principals office." My teacher yelled.

I didn't even have to look at Staci to know that she was already dissing me. But I did look, just to see what she was doing. She was looking straight at me, hand over her mouth, giving a evilish grin. All I wanted to do was flip her off.... If only it was that easy.

"Ms. Knight! Yet again! I asked and you didn't deliver. Go. Now."

I pick up my backpack, swinging it around my shoulder.

"Bye Emo." Staci called behind my back.

"Bye B*tch."

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