Being slammed up against a locker by the strongest male in school hurts. I can tell you that much. Because now, I'm left laying on the floor, a laughing stock to the community, after being "accidentally bumped" into Janie Ross's locker.
Along with approaching footsteps, I unwillingly hear the voice of Janie. "What the actual fuck do you think you're doing laying in front of my locker?"
Shyly, I murmur back "...It's your locker... not your floor..." Automatically flinching, ready for a kick, punch, to be stepped on, or whatever is in store for today, I am pleasingly only nudged.
"I'm going to tell you this grandma, and I'm only going to tell you once. Stay away from my locker, you stank!"
Embarrassed, I push myself up from the ground. Collecting my books, I can feel eyes on me from every direction.
Finally off the ground, I head my way to homeroom, but I cant help but listen to the mocking and laughing of my peers. "Nice red skirt!" and "Need a tamp?" flood into my ears from the outside hall. My skirt was purple, and it wasn't until I heard the word "period" that I understood what was going on.
Tears in my eyes, I drop my books and run to the bathroom. This can't be happening. Tenth grade and my first period? No. No. No. Not at school. Please no. Kill me.
Slamming the first open stall door, I pull my skirt down faster than ever. Please just let there be juice on my skirt. Don't let my eyes be horrified by blood-stained underwear.
But, of course, nothing ever goes my way and my eyes are met with blood that I have no products to stop with.
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Self Hate
General FictionLindy is the school bully's main target. With a thick waist, old lady's name, and so called "ugly" face, it's hard for her to hide from them. But, as soon as someone falls in love with her, she realizes she's not as bad as they make her seem.
