➳ CHAPTER THREE ➳
THE POPULAR GIRLS STRIKE
⠀⠀⠀My converse squeak loudly as I hurry down the slippery corridor and I try to contain my anxiety. There were some whispers as I passed, and usually I would have ingored them, but the distant voice of Kyle-- Zachary's friend-- calling my name out gave me chills.
⠀⠀⠀I remembered what happened in the classroom and my chest started to squeeze, like my lungs were suddenly shrinking.
⠀⠀⠀Why are the walls shaking?
⠀⠀⠀Finally! Struggling not to lose my cool-- but I guess you can't lose what you didn't have in the first place, haha-- I made it into the bathroom and I headed straight for the mirrors. My eyes were still puffy and red from the tears that I cried while in home room. I sniffled and rubbed them furiously.
⠀⠀⠀I hated crying. I felt weak, even though I wanted to be strong.
⠀⠀⠀Everyone was acting weird. And I was starting to think something was on my face. When I looked at the mirror. I gasped, and I started to panic. I wasn't even sure if it was my hands that were shaking so badly, or if it was me.
⠀⠀⠀I stared at the scar that I saw this morning an nearly cried at how real it looked.
⠀⠀⠀The feeling of my chest slowly constricting wasn't going away so, trembling slightly, I groped for the bathroom stall immediately to my left.
⠀⠀⠀When I closed it I pulled up my legs so I sat on the toilet seat-cover hugging my legs. My head rested on my knees and I stayed like that for maybe a full fifteen minutes before I calmed down completely.
⠀⠀⠀Opening my eyes I look at my jacket and gasped. My jacket sleeve is pulled up. I bite my lip and stare in horror at the pink scar that peeked at me through my glasses lens. "Maybe no one saw it...?" I speak but I hate how hollow sounding my voice sounds.
⠀⠀⠀Ohhhhhh! That's why everyone was being so ... EXTRA to day...! They think I'm... cutting...?
⠀⠀⠀But my speculations were cut short because her ears started to ring, and all of a sudden, the bathroom door slams open and hits the wall behind it with a BAM!. My heart aches as I close my eyes and wish as hard as I can that it wasn't who I thought it was. Things couldn't get much worse for me, I was sure...
⠀⠀⠀I fiddled with my jacket sleeve when I am nervous, and I was nervous a lot at school today... Mrs. Liliana the librarian probably saw my scar, the kids that I scurried past probably saw it... I cringe when it finally hit me that my home room teacher Mr. Clarke probably saw it too!
⠀⠀⠀Oh god why?!
⠀⠀⠀However, my luck was determined to run out today because my worse fear was realised: The sound of the popular rich girl posse chatting away and cussing like sailors announced my doom-- that is... If I got caught. I hide a smirk in my jacket sleeve as I cuddle myself and try to keep as quiet as a mouse.
⠀⠀⠀But even that proves to be way way difficult. The leader, the Cheerleader Captain Katlin Hughson is talking about me and now I have to listen to her bull*hit.
⠀⠀⠀I roll my eyes when I hear her voice. I swear she copies the cliché American Girl accent she must hear from every stupid movie she watches, "Have you heard? That freak-a-zoid Abby?" There was a silence as she spoke. Her posse probably would have probably been burnt alive if they interrupted her.
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I was just an ordinary girl. I didn't back-chat-- out loud-- and didn't give much trouble in school, since I suffered from SSS, stuttering speech syndrome. In other words, I was a shy girl. A nerd, who, unfortunately, wasn't eve...