Monday

Monday 8:54 am

Monday 11:54

Now it’s lunch. I sit at a table alone. That’s fine. I get
it. Nobody wants to sit next to the annoying freak. I get up. Taking the usual
sub dubbed in jalapenos, and a poster board with a drawing of one of the
teachers, I walk out the door. Its super windy and I barely keep my tray and
art board from ripping out of my hands. I walk to science. I love science. But
the smell makes me nauseous. 15 mins left as I enter the hall. People are lined
up all against the wall. Enemies. All of them.

“hey, watch out for the freak!” I heard one say. My heart
pounds. I stop breathing. Don’t do it. Don’t touch them. It will make it worse.
 I grip my art , bringing it closer to my
fragile frame. I look ahead, head up. I am strong.

There are people at my spot. Bullies. One in particular.
Gothic girl. She gave me a glare. The hall way was blocked. I wasn’t going
outside. I was beginning to feel insecure. What was I going to do? I couldn’t
show them I was angry with them for being there in my spot.

There was a couple sprawled out just right that the only
way to get to the other side was to step over.

“im going to step over you okay?” I said quietly. I step
over them and get to the other side.

“Bitch! You fucking whore! Why did you step over her?” it
was the gothic girl.

I kept walking and sat down in my little dark corner. I see
feet in my eyes sight. I look up. It’s her.

“get up little snot and apologize.” She demands.

Oh hell no I won’t. I acknowledged what I was going to do
and she was fine with it.

“no.” I say.

She draws even closer. I’m sweating. I got to get out of
here. I glance around me. People are watching. They have their cell phones out.
She rips my drawing out of my reach. I get up.

“Don’t even think about it.” I say slowly.

“Ooh little bitch- what are you gonna do? Hit me?” she
backs up to a door that is around the corner waving the poster in her hand. I
follow until im two feet from her. The school camera isn’t going to see this.
They won’t believe me.

“Give it back to me.”

She chucks the drawing- the edges are bent. It’s not as
valuable anymore. I’m angry. So very angry. But I hide it. I got to stay cool.

She shoves me into the brick was- her cold hands gripping
me shirt. I raise my hand- I have to hit her.

She spits in my face.

“Get off me.” I say.

“Or what? Your going to hit me? I dare you to hit me!”

“I haven’t done anything. Get off me and leave me alone!” I
shove her off.

I get out from under her and run. The people are beginning
to grow laughing and cheering for her. I’m getting very angry. I can’t hold it
in anymore. I grab my stuff and start to head to the principles office. She
follows after me.

“I said stop it! Leave me the fuck a lone you little
whore!” I yell. She was pissed. She gets up into my face. I can see the pores
on her nose. She stinks.

“What did you just say?” she spits the words. I raise my
hand to wipe off the spit and she backs off- my hand stops halfway before
wiping the spit.

“You hit me I will kill you.”

I think- if I raise my hands as if I’m in surrender she’ll
back off. So I do. I wake up on the cold linoleum floor. My left eye hurts.

“She totally overreacted!” I hear them say.

“She didn’t even punch her that hard.”

Monday 2:10 pm

I’m sitting in my seat in English. People are laughing in
the hallways. Jeering and pointing their fingers at me. Why? I ask myself. I
bow my head onto the cold desk surface ashamed. People begin to crowd in the
room, their cell phones out laughing as they watch the little movie of me
making a fool of myself.

“she’s a total freak!”

“what a wimp!”

“she’s faking it.”

I slowly bring my hand to feel the swollen area around my
upper cheek bone. It hurts like hell.

Almost everyone has their cell phones out. The teacher, Mr.
moles is oblivious to it. The bell has already rang but still they watch as a
nightmare repeats it’s self. Over and over again.