"Seeing you sad is like an angel crying," he said to me, caressing my cheekbone as I look up at him. A tear escapes my watery blue eye. "It's heart retching," he mutters.
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I sing loudly to one of my favourite songs, Hello by The Cat Empire. I st...
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I find my locker in no time but when I get there a giant football player is leaning on my locker. When I try to open my locker he holds my by the shoulders and pins me against it. "What do we have here?" He spits. "Another freak?" My face burns with rage, though he can't tell. I bring my legs up and smash his smug face with both. The jerk falls backwards, letting go. Then I round house his temple and walk closer. I bring my elbow to his ribs. Hard.
When the sucker looks up he looks up with fear and a broken, bloody nose.
My job here is done.The all-star asshole screams like a six year old girl and runs. I laugh a little under my breath. Surprisingly, then, the witnesses to my act of badass start to clap. I bow and swell with pride.
I'm surprised I'm alive after that tiring day. It was awful. I just kept flashing my phone to only then be labelled 'freak'. Again. But it's not as bad as my last school.
*FLASHYBACK*
They told me again. I couldn't find my friends so I found my list. My friends aren't even really my friends. They don't get me. But I look down at my list of things I'm constantly being called.
-My list-
Ugly*Overweight*Pregnant*Weird*The nerd in the popular group*Stupid*Unloved*Outcast*Alone*Misunderstood*
The girl who would rather read a book*Friendless
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A tear rolls down my cheek as I reread it. I am sitting on the stairs outside the hall. The hot burning tears stay in my eyes until I hear someone coming. I refold my list and turn to see Sam. I call him Samantha sometimes. But he always brings me comfort when the mean girls strike. I feel like I can tell him anything.
Sam sits next to me on the step. He puts his arm around my shoulder and look into his shining green eyes. I wipe the tears and say cooly, "Hey Sam." With that I burst into tears. But he holds me closer and shushes me gently. "Again?" He whispers. "Again," I return. "You know," Sam starts, "you really should stand up to them and get rid of this thing." I watch him eye my list. I chuckle. "You damn well know neither of those will happen Samantha," I wipe a loose tear. Sam just laughs. "I know you won't."
*END OF FLASHYBACK*
Now he thinks I'm dead. I should be. But now isn't the time to contemplate my fake death. I need to find The Mask.
Ok wow, that 440 words. That's quite a lot. But there it is! FLASHYBACK included.
