Emotional Epidemic

Prologue

"Fuck you, Mason!" My voice was a menacing snarl, I had risen right out of my desk to face the bastard, my hands balled tightly into fists, and I was scared out of my mind. I had never in my life made a scene like this. I have never in my life swore or showed aggression towards anyone. I had never in my life been one to draw attention to myself. And I never in my life spoke out in public.

According to Mason's and my other classmates’ bewildered look, they did not see that coming. I was the quiet one in school. Not because I was shy but because I was usually smart enough to stay silent. That's how you stay off the radar of gossip and hurt. No one likes you and no one hates you. I noticed Mason part his lips in what I could only assume to be an attempt to defend himself, but I didn't give him time.

My middle finger sprung up almost instinctively and I stuck it right in his face, "You deaf? I said fuck you. Fuck you,"I then started pointing it in turn to Mason's posse, "And you, and you, and you, and especially you." I kept the bird directed to a girl with wavy blond hair, puffy pink lips, too much makeup in general, and prostitute appropriate attire. That was Mason's girlfriend and the biggest bitch West Turner Collegiate has ever known. She put on a mask of horror at my outburst but I knew better than to fall for it.

"You really think you run this place?" Why the hell was I still talking? Oh God, I wish someone would stop me! All those eyes on me made me feel so sick... yet feel so right. The attention was surprisingly intoxicating. "Well you better guard your thrones, assholes, because if you so much as blink, I'll launch my rebellion army against your fucked up regime!" Before anything else could be said I turned sharply, snatched up my binder and stormed out of the room.

What had Mason done to deserve such a spine chilling explosion from moi? Well I'll get to that as soon as I give you some background information. Let's start at my school, shall we?

West Turner Collegiate. It was basically the worst school for hierarchy. The teachers only truly noticed and recognized those who were involved in sports. The others were about as important as scum on the bottom of your shoe. Go big or go home, I guess. Fight for the top or suffer in the shadows. I should also mention that the scum were amazing targets for the superior noblemen.

The football team was the schools most cherished organization. Cliché, I know. They are true royalty which is why Mason was king of West Turner. His queen was bitchy Bianca McBitch Bitch. Did I mention she was a bitch? The royal bastards and their oh-so-loyal pals worked on terrorizing their people. The citizens of their kingdom. Horrible. It was worse than being starved and beaten. But I’m sure they’d starve us if they had the chance. Emotional abuse, verbal abuse, physical abuse,any type, they preform it.

With all this said about my school, I'll introduce myself, or at least the person I once was. My name is Isabella O’Donnell. I was roughly five foot seven, wore glasses, always wore jeans and a nice V-neck shirt, and I also wore no makeup or jewelry. Yet my silence kept me off the bully radar. I normally had low self-esteem when I thought about interacting with others. I want friends desperately but the fear of rejection was almost too much. At least it used to be...

I am a lady of a lot of opinion and emotion but I never performed it in public. You could have run into me and though my insides would be screaming with crude insults, my outside would smile, nod, and leave. Great, eh? I kept quiet so I wouldn't become a victim. I also avoided all clubs and sports to keep away from the minds of the demon spawns. That would literally be the death of me if I was. Do you know what people do to people like me? They'd bash me and bash me until my self-esteem was lower than hell itself. Yup, homophobes are a pain in the freakin' ass! I may be an honor student, but that wasn't what made names memorable.

I also happened to be sick of the shit everyone had to go through because of fucktards. Much like the world wars, my outburst towards Mason was not the outcome of just one incident. It happened to be the result of a procession of events. Resentment and hatred had been building up in me since I hit the age of thirteen. Freshmen year. Watching the hell of the world and the stupid ass people that made life horrible for a lot of others pissed me off to the max. And that hate kept piling on and on until emotion took control.