Abandoned and broken

Flashback

The girl over there with the long brown hair, sitting in the corner in a puddle of water. That's me. Elise Wood. If you haven't guessed already I'm currently having the worst day of my life. Again. Sitting in a corner crying my guts out. Alone, abandoned and broken into a million more pieces. I don't think I can take this anymore!

Let me explain how I ended up on the floor.

Semester 2 had just started. I was walking into school with my new jeans and red converse. My brown hair hung in loose waves on my back and I had a stunning red beret on. I looked fabulous. Tanika saw me and flagged me down. As I was walking over to her I noticed a shove. It was Dylyn. My other "bestie". I got confused when she said,
"Move it loser!"
You would have thought I would have picked up on the weird vibe. But being me has its flaws. So I walked over to them. My second clue was that I wasn't noticed till I said "Hi". Tanika and Dylyn turned to me. Their blonde hair whipping each other and me in the process, they didn't seem to care. As I looked into Tanika's eyes I saw pure disgust and hatred and the blue had deepened. I turned to Dylyn with a perplexed look and she shrugged, she was a s confused as I was. Then their eyes hardened as Layla approached. When they flocked to me I saw sympathy. My brain and instinct were telling me to go far far away. But I never listen to it anyway. I turned around to see Layla's brown tanned skin shining in the morning sun and her deep brown eyes and hard as steel. Now I know I should run. Whenever she looks like that nothing good ever happens. Trust me. She gave me that look when my boyfriend asked me out who by the way is the most popular guy in school.
"Look what the trash gave us girls. A slut."
The girls behind me laughed but I knew it was staged. So did Layla. Now she was really ticked. "What did I do this time?" I asked
"What makes you think you can talk to me? Huh? It's not like your my friend anymore." Layla replied. She always replies with a question. At first I thought she was joking then I looked back into those brown eyes and saw no humour. Now I definitely need to go! I turned around to find that everyone was watching us and Dylyn and Tanika were no where to be seen. I scanned the crowd for familiar faces but found none. I hate big schools. You can never know everyone. Layla was just slowly circling me, like a lion, teasing its prey, waiting for it to move so it can strike. "Ladies and gentlemen." She called, "We seem to have a baby with us." I froze and looked around. Wondering who it could be. But then realised she was talking about me. I frowned and said, "Who? You?" Everyone laughed. Layla turned her icy glare to the entire crowd and they shut up immediately.
"No I believe it's you. I don't play with barbies anymore-"
"I don't either, I mean who would want to play with you!" She gave me a sour look and I realised then that somehow I just knew that she was never my real friend, at least not anymore.
"First I'm not a barbie! And second I am not a baby 'cause I don't wet the bed any more!" My mouth flung open and I stared her down.
"What makes you think I wet the bed!" I mocked, "Unless of course you do?" No one laughed this time. Instead people steered clear of me. Everyone believed her, why I will never know. Tears were welling up in my eyes and I just left. Everyone made a path to the bathrooms and that's where I went, and cried.

Well now you know the story of how I got here, now let me tell you why I am really crying, my boyfriend Xavier Davis, the most popular guy in school just dumped me. He believed her. Her of all people, surely he knows it's not true. It's me she was stalking about, ME! And he believed her, just like everyone else. That is why I am crying my guts out right now. My makeup is running down my face and into the puddle of tears beneath me. Staining my new jeans but I couldn't care less. All my 'friends' left me, for her! I had no one. No. One. "Hey, she even cries like a baby!" A girl laughed, did I mention I hate big schools. For more than one reason:
First being that you can never know every single person or teacher. Second the classes are HUGE! Third there is more people to laugh at you when someone says something about you, even if they are strangers to you. Lastly is that there are more people to believe the lie spreader.
Whilst I'm talking about school let me tell you our school popularity system and where I used to stand.
At the top are the Barbies, I used to be one of them, they are the super cute and popular girls in our school. Next are the footballers, the whole team makes this group. If your a footballer your number one goal is to go out with a Barbie. If your a cool boy and not a footballer your in the group below that. These guys are the hookups they are the Barbies play things and can never be told no. Like ever. The other girls who are popular and follow around the Barbies wishing to be friends are the plastics. They try to imitate the Barbies so they can be a Barbie. That's where I started when I came to this school in year 4. But I didn't stay there for long, Layla soon made me a Barbie. All these groups sit in a certain section in the cafeteria called the hangout. No one else is allowed to sit with them without their permission. The twins guard the gate. They are the unders and are only there to guard the gate. I've seen kids try to sit there and they just get beat up. Usually they never try again. But that's where Tanika started, when she came back she was accepted. That's why people have been trying more and more to get up there.
Under these groups are the not-so-cool kids, the chippers are what we called them, don't ask me why. It's just what we called the.. The popular don't care about different systems for them. I didn't know they had ranks till I became one. And guess what I started on the bottom as of 3 hours ago. I used to know all the popular but now I don't. And I think I am already forgotten. Now that I realise that I'm not a popular anymore I realise that I do t need to look good or make sure my makeup is perfect or dress nice. Now that I'm officially the lowest ranking person in the school. "Hey cheer up." A girl said. I was momentarily startled by her, then I looked into her blue eyes and saw myself. She is literally a complete copy of me, same light brown hair that looks like gold in the sun. Same slightly freckled skin and high cheekbones, heck we even have the same crooked smile. I guess the only difference is the height. Somehow I just knew she was a kind person. "Hi, I'm Hadley. I guess you don't know me yet, you did used to be a Barbie after all and I can't blame you. Your pretty and smart, but your also kind and considerate. I guess they just can't see that anymore." She said. Then something clicks in. My brain. She looks familiar. Yes. She used to be my friend before I was a Barbie. She was in the same group as me, the plastics. But when I went up I remember that she went down and I haven't seen her since. "Hi I'm Elsie, and I do know you, you were my best friend when we were plastics." I said, well kind of whispered. My mouth had become so dry after crying so much. Then she said, "We can be like that again you know."
"Sure! I'd love to!" I replied.