Half Breed

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Hi, my name is Emily. Everyone calls me 'B' for some reason. I recently figured out that 'B' means 'Bla" I guess it takes after my gloominess, sad demeanor, and lack of socialness. Now don't get me wrong, I can be social and preppy, having a new boyfriend every other week with my face in my phone 24/7. I don't take that route. Me is sweatshirts, even when it's hotter than ever outside, the socks and Pumba slides, and don't forget the skinny jeans with just two cuffs at the end. I like it this way. If we are being for real I absolutely hate my body other than a few facial characteristics, but that's it. 

 I try to enjoy every day that I live, but some days feel' like I'm in the gravy, already downstairs in the gateways of black and red alone. My mother is an amazing person at times, everyone has there moments or days or weeks, but I know deep down she means well. Even if her words cut me like a razor-sharp knife that hits you straight in the gut over and over again. I shouldn't be complaining at all really. My life is kinda good you can say. But if you are really close to me than you kind get what I'm going through this past, past, ugh I don't even know. Ever since I left my original home I got...I guess colder and more dead inside. Recently I've been moving around to different places like Texas, Virginia, Colorado, New York, and Pennsylvania. Not a lot of states but enough to mess with someone emotionally.

I'm most defiantly not a week person as it may seem but really I'm just lonely. If people actually knew the whole story they wouldn't be so judgmental of me, but that's the way humans act.

****Present Day****

"Emily you're going to be late for school if you don't hurry up!" mom yells. "Yeah I know does it look like I care though." said while grabbing my coffee and walking by her, out the door I go and started walking to hell/jail or more proper term for it would be high school I guess. As I get to the road this very deep thought comes from the depths of my mind. 'You should walk out in front of those cars instead of being a goodie tissue standing here. Look at you even though you put makeup on, who is going to notice. Should have just kept it the store you fat bi***.' "Shut up." I say walking across with coffee in hand, entering the sh** whole they call learning environment.

First of the classes is English, kinda hate it but kinda don't. Right away I go to the back to my designated seat. The teacher made a dumb seating list but honestly, I don' like following the rules anymore. My first day here she made me stand in front of the class and tell them my name as they care at all, But I did it anyway. She told me to sit right in front but that's not my type of seating I guess.

Without her consent, I went straight to the back to this punk ass kid, told him to get up or get punched in the face, of course, he didn't want to move. I looked around and seen some hoes looking at me like I'm crazy than back at the teacher, her back was towards us and she was writing something down. Did a look over this kid and noticed that his pencil was on his desk 'bout to get interesting B I see you.' Another voice said in my head. So, without further ado I plastered my famous smirk and took his pencil, of course, they always fall for it. He went to take it back but instead, I pulled it back he went forward with it and finally when I had within a vulnerable position I did my magic.

He was knocked out cold and on the floor, I pushed him out of the seat and took a seat for class. Most of the class was watching me with curious eyes but I don't care, the dumb hoes from before are staring daggers at me, but bi*** who cares. Next was studied block who cares about that eck, honestly why do Juniors even have study block in this school anyway. I went up to the teacher after sitting here like an idiot. Of course, they always do this fake smile towards you 'Role of the eyes'. " Can I go to the restroom please?' I say and put a fake smile on. "Yes, of course, Emily." the lady says with the same fake smile. 'I'm disgusted by this place already'.

Now if you really think I'm going to the restroom you seriously thought wrong. I'm going to go to the gym and try and do something with this shit of a body. This is the smallest High school I've ever been to so was fairly easy to find. Like the weirdo I am, I look through the glass window they have to see if anyone is in here. Of course, it's like a deserted pirates ship. 'Lucky me!'

After my work out, I take a shower that they have here, actually surprised it's not nasty. ' Oh look at the time, we managed to skip a block. Well, mind as well go to lunch then.' As I walk into the cafe room, the first impression is not nice at all. This is tiny like tiny. "Ugh... I don't even have any money what's the point." As I'm walking out I see this group of fuck boys, I swear every school I've been to has that one group. I start walking to the restroom casually.

As I get in there it's filled with girls doing their makeup. 'Bru give me a break.' My conscience tells me. Literally, have to push my self to get into a stall. Anyways you know the deal, as I'm going to the sink this girl from English I think has the nerve to say "You should really watch your back newbie." With a really annoying voice that's just very cringy. "And why is that?" saying while I turn to face her.

"Just watch your back." And then she leaves like what was that nonsense. If that was a threat bi*** that was the weakest shizz I ever heard. Anyways I have no more classes so I'm going to hang out with some people. I know right I actually have friends, mazing right.