Emison: Fragile Like Glass

Chapter 3: Meet Mona V.

ALISON POV:
Are you kidding me?!

Mona is in this class?!

"Hey, Blondie." She taunts me.

"Leave me alone." I whisper to her.

"Sorry, what was that?" She questions, teasingly.

She's really starting to piss me off. This is only my first day.

"Leave me alone." I repeat through gritted teeth, louder and clearer this time.

"Oh, honey. This is too much fun!" She says, smiling.

"When did you become the thing you are afraid of, Mona?" Emily asks, and Mona glares at her.

Emily gives her a look, saying to answer her.

"You're not a part of this, Fields." Mona tells her, sounding pissy.

"I think I am." Emily replies in a matter-of-factly tone.

"No you aren't." Mona restates, and gives her a death glare.

"Alison is my friend. You're hurting her. Therefore, I am a part of this. Anything else you'd like to say?" Emily challenges her, and Mona shuts up.

"Just wait..." I thought I heard Mona whisper, but she just sits down.
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48 agonizing minutes later, we are released from this class.

I go to my locker to get my books, and I see Mona walking over.

"Hey, Blondie." She smirks.

"What do you want?" I ask, annoyed.

"Nothing." She says, and turns around, being sure to hit my books making them fall.

I bend down to pick them up, and she pushes my head down, making my neck pop.

She hits my back with her foot, and I fall on all fours.

I sigh, and pick up my stuff.

I get my books and homework, and start walking, only to be tripped seconds later.

I fall onto the floor, and my books scatter, making a few people laugh.

I feel tears in my eyes, but I hold them in.

"Bitch." Mona whispers to me.

"How many guys do you get with a day?" She asks.

"None." I answer.

"Gee, that's a shocker." She says sarcastically.

She walks by me, and steps on my foot with the heel of her shoe, sending a stinging pain through my foot.

I wince, and she notices. Shit.

"Oh, am I hurting you?" She laughs out.

I look around, and the halls are full of people. Just standing there watching, letting this happen.

"Oh well." She shrugs after a few seconds.

She catches on to me looking around, and chuckles.

"No one is going to help you, Blondie." She says, pushing my shoulder, causing me stumble backwards a little.

"They know if they try, they'll be next." She adds, smirking.

"Why do you do this?" I ask.

"Why? Well, you...You were and easy target. Shy new girl. Fun!" She responds, smiling.

"Please stop." I say and walk off.

As I pass her, she whispers into my ear, "Dyke." And goes the other way down the hall.

This is the worst first day. Ever.