Shattered

2

I walked into class 8B, everyone stared at me for a second and began mumbling and looking at each other. Like my mum always says, I tried to keep calm and just smile, and hope for the best. Was there even any POINT of hope anymore? Does God even listen to me, even after every single prayer? What if nobody cares about me anymore, what if they've given up on me?
I realised I was standing there, and Mr Fredrick, Home Ec teacher had to snap me out of my 'trance'. I was scared out of my mind. His beard, wrinkles and muscular arms frightened me. I told myself to believe that everything will be alright. That I would make new friends. WHAT AM I THINKING? There's no point in that either! Ugh, why do they all just stare at me, as if I, I belong at the bottom of their shoes or something...

There was a girl with black rimmed glasses sitting next to me. She had the cutest button nose and was quite small, I still though, was around the same height as her. She seemed quite shy and closed in within herself. I threw over a small smile in her direction, and she smiled back. I looked away, this wasn't usual to happen! I looked around me, only to find them all, instead of paying attention to the teacher, staring at me and shooting me glares of complete and utter hatred. What made them all hate me so much?!

After class finished, I walked outside, determined to not just stand around - waiting for someone to come and hang out with me. If I wanted things to happen, I would have to make them happen. As soon as I walked out of the safety of the classroom, people sneered and sniggered and pointed in my direction. I stood there holding my folders and textbooks, and approached a small crowd of teenage girls who seemed to be around my age. I approached them with a smile, and the group turned around with a disgusted look on her face - she was with her boyfriend.

"Ew! Why are you here?! Go away! You imbossile!"she shouted with no warning whatsoever.
"Yeah! Shoo! Get your crappy face out of my girlfriend's one!"her boyfriend screamed at me.

I turned on my heels, my face flushed a bright red, as I walked past the lines of people at their lockers, one by one turning around and laughing at me. I went over to find my locker - 156A. It was next to the girl from earlier, who had smiled back at me. I went over there and began unlocking my locker, when she realised I was there.

"Oh Hi! Is everything alr-" she began.
"Mm," I said, interrupting her, before walking quickly away, not looking her in the eyes.

I sense she had followed me, because I had heard footsteps the whole way to the bathroom, which I couldn't find for ages. I didn't turn around at any point to confront her or to explain. I walked on, into the ladies bathroom, and locked myself into one of the stalls.

"Uhm? New Girl? Are you in there?"the girl said in her little high pitched voice, knocking on the door.

I hadn't replied, but I wasn't here to use the toilet, I was hiding. My brain told me to open the fricking door and talk to her, make friends, but my heart, after all it's been through, wouldn't let me. I sat there sobbing as quietly as possible. It was only the first day! GET YOURSELF TOGETHER RILEY!

"Look. I know you're in there, I, I just want to talk! Hello? Oi!"she said again as she knocked on the door.

I was adamant to not open the door. I wanted to make friends, sure, but, I just, I DONT KNOW HOW TO! I wished with all my heart, as I weeped there, sitting on the toilet (seat down of course!), that she would go away. She somehow got the door open and I had no choice but to give her what she wanted. She took hold of my hand, and she took me out.
The speakers blared out, 'Miss Riley Thompson, please return to your class. Fiona too!'

"Don't worry," she told me, taking out her iPhone. She and a decoden case for it, and it was really cute. She called up someone, presumably her father, who was also our teacher, I took it.

"Hi, I'm with Riley Dad! I mean, Mr Fredrick, haha sorry, it's quite important," she spoke into the phone.

I stood silently, and as I did, I saw that she want actually that small, she would have to be a good 4 or 5 inches taller than me, it's weird how people seem taller when they're standing up. She walked over to the door and looked both ways to see if anyone was there or not.

"Come on!" She commanded me, her hand motioning for me to follow her.

I walked out the door, closely behind her. She led me to a locked door, it said 'Staff Room' on it. I wondered why she was taking me in, but still followed her without hesitation. I trusted her, for some did reason, even though I didn't even know her that well. I mean, for all I know, she could be the meanest person in the world! Oh, who am I kidding? I think we've already established that person, who happened to be a very snooty, stuck up, blonde...

"Sit down. Oh sorry, I should probably explain, I'm Fiona, and my Dad is the principal as well as our teacher. So that's why I'm allowed in the Staff Room! So...tell me what's going on..."

I decided that I wanted to make friends with this girl, so I started blurting out EVERYTHING to her, without being able to stop myself.