with fire at her last school."
"No wonder why her parents ran away."
"Poor grandparents."
I had to tune them out, or I'd get mad. Nothing went well when I was mad. Plus, it was my birthday. I didn't want to get in trouble on my sweet sixteen.
I wonder if this is how that Elsa girl felt in that movie Frozen. Let it go, let it go. Wish I could do the same. They all make it seem like I love transferring schools every other month and being the outcast.
With a sigh, I fixed the handle of my bag and kept my eyes forward. Reaching my first-period class, I was greeted with another graffiti piece of work on my desk.
Jeez. I thought this school didn't do these kinds of things.
Shaking my head, I still pulled out my seat and sat down. I placed my bag on my lap and my hands on top. Math was child's play for me and wouldn't require me pulling out my notebook to finish any of the equations.
During our first break, I'd get it cleaned off for literature class. I’d rather not hold the thick English book in my hands for too long.
Closing my eyes, I rested my head on top of my bag, hoping to get a bit of snooze before class actually started.
Someone slammed their hand against the desk, the vibration disrupting the pull of sleep that almost took me into submission.
My body didn't flinch from the loud noise. This was such a common occurrence that I was barely bothered by it. Poking an eye open, I looked to see one of my male classmates.
I forgot his name since that was one thing I always struggled with, but I knew he was one of the popular dudes who the girls flaunted over. He was annoying, and I think he thought it was cool to prank others all the time.
Now that I was the talk of the school, it must have been my turn to get a whiff of his teasing ways.
"Hey, new girl. You going to blow the school to bits today?" The smirk her carried on his lip made me roll my eyes.
"I'm sleeping." Closing my eyes once more, I tried to return to the serene spot in my mind and search for that blissfulness called sleep.
"Hey!" He slammed the desk again. "I'm talking to you."
"Don't," I replied. "Also try not to destroy my desk. You can, but you're paying for the damages."
I heard him growl and a few other students begin to gossip, but I zoned it all out. I had to survive just two years in this place. I should have tried to cooperate, but I wasn't going to bow down and be treated like shit.
If they were so afraid of me, shouldn't everyone leave me be? Would have been better playing the shy girl card. No one bothers the shy girl.
Drifting to sleep, I didn't wake up until I heard Professor Daily announce that class was about to begin.
Let's get another school day over with.
Man, I wish I could go home.
My head was pounding like crazy. It began during lunch and was only growing more annoying as the afternoon hours went by.
It could have been the fact that the bully of the class, Rick, had "accidentally" knocked over the lunch I'd waited twenty-five minutes to get. There wouldn't be enough time to get another one, and with the convenience machine down, I was clearly fasting until my special birthday dinner.
I always got headaches when I was hungry, and with my anemia, I'd be taking an unintentional nap on the floor if it got too bad.
As of now, I was clearly in a rotten mood, and everyone could feel it. Our professor didn't even bother me all afternoon, knowing damn well the vibe I was giving off was a little deadly.
If I'd at least gotten to eat some food, I wouldn't have been in a bitchy mood. I can handle any type of bullying, but with no food to fuel my patience, this was going to be a difficult battle to win.
Glancing at the clock, I felt relieved that we only had an hour left of class.
Just a bit more.
"We'll be doing one more group activity. Feel free to choose your groups while I write your assignment on the board," Professor Daily announced.
Everyone started to mingle and chat, moving from their seats to go to their usual group mates. As for me, I merely put my head on the desk and sighed.
Who needs