School was one of the places I hated the most in the world.
Forget the fact that everyone hated me and thought of me as a freak, six popular students; Josh Malcolm, Amy Johnson, Caleb Ruben, Stacy Adams, Ken Evans and Lina Romero had made it their life mission to ruin my life.
It started during my freshman year when I accidentally bumped into Josh Malcolm in the hallway. Blond hair and a body to die for, Josh Malcolm is the perfect description of a high school bad boy, and he's obviously every girls dream guy and king of the school.
So when I accidentally bumped into him, he reacted with disgust, especially after seeing my face. He accused me of contaminating his body and harshly pushed me out of the way when I tried to apologize. Since then, I have been the target of Josh Malcolm and his gang.
I never had a day of peace in Montgomery. They made fun of me after tripping me in class or the school cafeteria. One time they put some explosive in my lap experiment chemicals, and when I mixed it with some other chemical as the teacher instructed, it exploded and a massive smoke broke out ruining the class for that day.
They pushed me to the ground at any chance they get, stepped on me, destroyed my locker with rotten eggs and sometimes dog poop, sometimes they even dumped remnant of their lunch on me.
All these I endured with the hope of a better life someday. I have a strong feeling that my life isn't going to remain like this forever. I just have to endure this year and be done with high school.
The minute I stepped into the school hallway, something was dumped all over me from above me. I gasped in shock, whatever they dumped on me covered up my glasses, and I could not see anything.
I heard laughter all around me. "Fuck, this is so funny!"
I knew without a doubt that it was Caleb. He enjoyed playing pranks like this on me the most. Him and his mousy girlfriend Stacy. I'm sure they both orchestrated the whole thing.
I ignored them and cleaned up my glasses fighting back the tears that threatened to flow down my eyes.
I dusted what I realized what flour off me and placed my glasses back on. I could see them all now. They were gathered watching me with a happy expression on their faces. They always find my pain funny.
"Gosh babe, her face is so scary and disgusting! She looks like a monster!" Stacy whined to her boyfriend looking disgusted.
"Some advice Gianna, why don't you just kill yourself? Commit suicide or something. Go hang yourself or stand in front of a speeding bus! If you keep moving around with that face, people might think someone let animals out of the zoo." Caleb joked and everyone laughed.
A single tears dropped, but I lowered my head to hide it. I don't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing me hurt and broken by their words.
I didn't ask to become like this. It's not my fault!
I made to walk past them, but as I passed by Caleb, he groaned. "Gross, the stupid flour on your body got on my shoe." I looked down at his sparkling black shoes and saw the sprinkle of white flour on it, and then back at his face. With a smirk he said, "Clean it off!"
To avoid trouble, I quickly brought out my handky and knelt down to clean it, but when I reached for his shoes, he kicked me off straight to the bridge of my nose.
I fell back with a yelp as a sharp pain pierced my nostril. I had to hold unto it because it felt like it was going to fall off.
Everyone laughed, and I lowered my head as tears ran down my eyes. When I looked down at my palm, it was covered in blood.
"I mean she had a lot of nerve wanting to put that disgusting handky of hers on my shoes!" Caleb shuddered. "Do you know how much this shoes cost freak? Now I'll have to throw them away because of your stench on it."
"She should pay for it babe!" Amy suggested.
Everyone burst out laughing along with Caleb. "Babe, even though I sell all her organs she still won't be able to buy these shoes."
"What's going on here?" A teacher's voice thundered and Mr Jack Davidson came forward. He is the PE teacher and an attention seeking freak. When he saw me on the ground holding my nose, he sighed. "Everyone, get to class?!" He didn't bother knowing about what happened anymore.
As usual, they never cared as long as it involves me.
After everyone had dispersed to their classes, Mr Davidson looked around in disgust at the white flour all over the place. Then he looked at my face with even more disgust.
"Clean this place up Gianna," he turned to go, but on second thoughts, he looked back at me. "Your nose is bleeding. Clean that up too!" He turned and walked away.
I looked around me at the white floor all over the place, and the aching pain in my nose became suddenly prominent.
Tears well up in my eyes and I brought my knees to my chest and place my head in-between. I wept out my pain and frustration, because that's all I could do.
I can never fight back, only cry.
***
After math class, I walked out of class after everyone else had gone to the cafeteria.
My heart jumped to my chest when I found Ken Evans standing there. He was taller than me by probably five inches, and he had silky black hair that he always likes to run his hand through as if he wanted to taste how silk it feels himself.
When he saw me, he rolled his eyes in annoyance and threw a book at me. "Why did I get a B+ in my math test?"
My hands shook as I picked up the test paper. My heart was pounding in my chest and the sound loud in my ears.
H_ how did he get a B+? I was very careful not to make any mistakes.
I looked up at him with wide eyes. "T_ there m_ must be a mistake somewhere. I..."
He slapped me so hard that I fell to the ground at the pain. The left side of my cheek was throbbing and I could test blood in my mouth from where the skin in my mouth connected with my cheek.
"Fuck, I said I was going to hold back, but your face is so fucking annoying!" He looked down at me like I was shit. "Get up!"
I scrambled to my feet quicker than lighting. If I don't he would kick me until I do.
He grabbed the top of my shirt and banged me against the locker. I whimpered in pain as a sharp pain pierce my back.
"The next time you make me fail my tests again, I'm going to make you regret being alive." He smirked at me, "usually I don't hit women, but no one would blame me for hitting an animal." He spat in my face and walked away.
Even as he left, I was still shivering in fear and tears were still rolling down my eyes.
I brought out my handky and wiped my face with it, but my cheek still hurts a lot from his slap.
My shoulders shook with the force of my sobs. I'm only glad that he didn't break my glasses. It took me a year to buy them. I don't think I can buy another any time soon.
My shoulders slumped and I looked up at the ceiling feeling utterly miserable.
What did I do to deserve such a life?
Would things really get better?