Better than the fanfictions // Daniel Seavey // Finished

Part 1

The door of my car slammed close with a loud thud after I carelessly threw my guitar onto the backseat, cursing in myself and swearing to never touch the strings of that thing ever again. I got in and rested my head on the steering wheel. Today's show should've been magical. It should've been a show to remember. With all my friends to finally be there to cheer on me.

But it was a disaster, to be called the least.

It had been my first hometown show in forever and before showing up on stage I was incredibly excited. I was even planning on playing a newly written song for the first time in front of people. It would be unforgettable.
And it was just that for sure, but absolutely not in the way I expected.

To get a clear view upon this story, I have to go about 6 years back in time. My first week of high school. I remember it as if it was yesterday. My excitement, how I prepared for it weeks and weeks before the day was actually there. My clothes should be right, my school supplies complete. If my mom would've been there, she would've yelled at me with a slightly annoyed voice about how I shouldn't be acting like this total fool. That it was just my first day of school and not a visit to the president. But my mom was away on one of her many business trips so she had nothing to say about it. To me this was more than just a first day of school.
After being left out every year since kindergarten, I now finally got the chance to start again and actually be someone.
I thought.
But there wasn't a bigger lie than those of my 14 year old being, telling myself how I now finally had the chance to get popular as well.

Nevertheless it were those words I held onto when I walked to the gate of the school where I would spend almost every day of the following 4 years. And I didn't get further than that gate either as immediately I got stared down to the formed groups around me. Groups I would never belong to, no matter how hard I hoped I would. Some of the students giggled. Other whispered. Some just stared at me without saying a word.
I quickly ran to the girls bathroom to see if maybe there was something wrong with my hair. Maybe I had grown a huge pimple on my nose overnight. Whatever it was they were laughing about, it for sure must be something big for I left a head-turning trail of people in the hallway behind me.
I never made it to the bathrooms... Halfway I got called by a teacher. Dresscode. Apparently my white t-shirt had become noticeable see-through since last time I washed it. I must have messed something up with the soap or the temperature but this morning I was so much in the fear of arriving too late for school that I completely looked over it. Now you could see my pink laced bra through it without putting a single bit of effort.
The teacher gave me a very big and bright yellow oversized t-shirt with in fat letters the word "dress coded" on it, not showing any mercy for the fact that I was a freshman on my first day of school and this would totally ruin any chance I had on a good first impression. For so far I hadn't ruined it yet with running through the hallway as if I was on fire.

All day long people were giving me weird glares, whispering to their friends "There goes the girl with the pink bra" and staring me down when I passed.
Long story short, I became known as the lacy girl after some guy in a higher grade decided that that would be a funny, if not humiliating name. My chances on a slightly better reputation than I had in middle school, were waisted.
Instead, after that little accident, the bullying continued even worse then it had ever been. Not only got I called names or was I left out in parties, group work and other social activities around the school, which all my other classmates participated in, but I got pushed to the side in the hallway. Sometimes they took my school books and threw them around in class when the teacher was late. Some boys even found it funny to wait me up after school to kick me down to the ground to the point where I couldn't move from pain anymore.

This happened once, 3rd year of highschool on a Thursday. I had avoided being in public that day. I even went to eat my lunch in on the girls bathroom just to not sit all alone on a single table, surrounded by groups of boys and girls, all complaining about the amount of homework, gossiping or discussing who was the hottest boy or girl in class.
After the bell on the end of the last lesson rang, I stayed with my locker for a while as I usually do to avoid the busy hallways and the chance to get embarrassed in front of everyone in school. First I waited until everyone was gone before actually going outside and walking myself home. It was quite a long walk, but everything was better than that smelly, noisy schoolbus where I had to face the people who were mean to me, day in, day out.