A/N: I'm terribly sorry if this fic effects you in an unpleasant way. I began writing this just in the spark of the moment.
Maura Isles had piercing hazel eyes and honey blonde hair that fell perfectly on her shoulders and neck. Her perfect pink lips would often be bitten out of thought by her pearly white teeth. She had bigger breasts than most of the senior girls that went to St. Dominic's. She was very intelligent and was going to be the valedictorian of her class. She skipped a grade because of how smart she was. She was very classy and very well mannered. Despite of her breathtaking looks, her vast knowledge of information, and her manners, nobody seemed to like Maura. Not because she was stuck up or anything but because she was just weird. Everyone always seemed to avoid her because she was socially awkward and always had a tendency to spit google talk any chance she could. On the outside Maura seemed normal but on the inside, she was slowly breaking. She didn't know how much more she could take.
"Watch it!" Debbie Nichols said as she bumped into Maura in the hallway, making the papers from the folder and books in Maura's hand fall all over the ground. Maura bent down to pick them up but got bumped by Emily and fell onto the ground.
"Looks like gravity isn't too kind to ya huh, Bora?" Emily laughed as her and Debbie walked away from the honey blonde who was shuffling to get her books. Maura silently stood up and walked to her class. She held her books to her chest and looked at the ground. She hated making eye contact with anybody, it made her feel like they were judging her, and in most cases, they were.
"Maura-the-bora!" Kate called, laughing, as Maura walked passed her. "Why are you walking so fast, Bora?! Scared you won't get the front seat?! You're such a nerd!" Kate started laughing harder along with some of the other girls surrounding her. Maura closed her eyes as she listened to the insults that were coming from Kate's mouth. She wanted to cry but she knew she couldn't. Don't let them know how weak you are. Maura thought to herself. All of a sudden she felt a push from behind her making her fall once more to the ground. "Move, bitch." Kate said as she sashayed passed Maura. Maura rolled her eyes and picked up her books. She was used to this kind of treatment. This was a daily routine for her, but it didn't make it any easier. She collected her things, got up, brushed off her skirt and made her way to her class. She kept looking at the ground when she got slammed in the face by a door that had opened from a classroom.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" Maura heard a husky voice call out when she fell to the ground. "Oh my God! Are you okay?!" Maura went breathless when she opened her eyes to a tall brunette in a red hockey jersey, jeans and white and black DC shoes. She had dark brown eyes and messy thick curly hair that she had down freely and a Jansport backpack slung around her right shoulder. One side of the brunette's earphone hung down from the inside of her shirt as she knelt next to Maura, trying to collect as much of her books and papers as she could. Maura just sat there speechless as she watched the well toned girl pick up her things. "I should of opened that door slower. I'm so sorry." The brunette held out her free hand to help Maura up which Maura gladly accepted.
"No, the fault is mine. I should have been more aware of my surroundings." Maura said as she got up. The brunette handed her her books, furrowed her eyebrows and smiled at Maura as she took the other earphone out of her ear.
"Trust me, the fault is mine." The brunette said smiling, trying to imitate Maura. She held up a hand when Maura tried to speak. "Seriously, I'm really sorry. I could've opened that door more slowly but I didn't."
"You didn't know I was walking."
"And you didn't know that I was going to open the door." The brunette placed her hand on Maura's shoulder. "Don't blame yourself. That was on me." Maura smiled at the tall brunette. Her voice is so beautiful! Maura thought to herself as she listened to the girl in front of her. "If there's anything I can do to make it up to you, let me know." The husky voiced girl gave Maura a dimpled smile that made the butterflies in Maura's stomach flutter everywhere.
"Uh, no. I'm fine. Thank you, though." Maura said smiling.
"Good. I didn't mean to hurt you if I did." The brunette said as she let her arm fall from Maura's shoulder.
"C'mon, Jane! You move slower than my grandma!" Another girl called from across the hallway.
"I'm coming, Riley!" The brunette yelled back. She moved the side of Maura and began walking backwards so she could talk to Maura while she made her way to Riley. "So, again, if there's anything I can do to make this whole mess up to you, let me know." She said as she turned around, putting the earphone back into her ear. 50. Maura read the number on the back of the brunette's jersey. She couldn't see the name at the top though, her hair blocked it. Maura watched breathlessly as the brunette hustled to the girls side, swinging one arm around the back of the other girl's neck. I wish I had a friend like that. Maura thought to herself as she kept watching the brunette walk away with the other girl in her arms.
"Dyke." Kate said as she leaned on the locker behind Maura. Maura turned around horrified that Kate and her friends were behind her. She let out a gulp when Kate began speaking again. "She's too good for you."
"What do you mean?" Maura said confused.
"You're not her type. She hates smart stuck up bitches like you." Kate said harshly, making Maura's heart break and the other girls laugh.
"I-I'm not interested in her." Maura said hesitantly. "I don't even know her." Kate smirked at Maura's words and came closer to her face.
"Good. You're not worthy enough to know her." Kate then knocked the books out of Maura's hand and walked away laughing. "Bye, Dyke. See you in 5th!"
"I am not a dyke!" Maura yelled back loudly. Her cheeks immediately turned red when everyone in the hallway looked at her and started laughing. She picked up her books and hustled to her class as fast as she could, just entering the classroom as the bell rang.
"Well, Ms. Isles. You just made it. Take a seat." Ms. Anderson, her psychology teacher, said as she pointed to Maura's assigned seat, which was in the front.
"Sorry, I was –"
"Checking out the girls in the hallway." Rory Graham said laughing. Maura's cheeks turned red as the other students laughed at her.
"No, I was –"
"Just take a seat, Maura." Ms. Anderson said, cutting Maura off.
"Yes ma'am." Maura said as she quickly walked to her seat.
"Yes ma'am." Rory mocked. Unfortunately for Maura, her seat was right in front of Rory's, giving him the opportunity to give her a little kick as she sat down. She ignored his gesture and the boys laughing around her.
"Okay. I shouldn't assume you guys did your homework and read the text, because I know you guys didn't, but I will anyway. So, anyone can tell me what the cerebellum does in the brain." Ms. Anderson said as she stood in front of the class. Maura's hand shot up faster than lightening. "Anyone but Maura." Ms. Anderson said irritatedly as she rolled her eyes. Everyone remained silent as Maura kept her hand up. "Anyone?" Ms. Anderson kept looking around for other students. It's not that she didn't like Maura, it's just Maura always answered her question and it got annoying to her at times. "Alright, Maura."
"Well, the function that the cerebellum has in our brain is quite complex. People often get it confused with the cerebrum, which is the 'little brain'. It deals with –"
"Coordination and balance." Ms. Anderson said, cutting Maura off again. "All you have to do is say what its function is, not give us a whole lecture." The students laughed as the teacher talked to Maura. Maura didn't know what to do she fiddled her thumbs and decided to remain silent the rest of the class period.
Maura was relieved to hear the lunch bell as she picked up her things and made her way out of the classroom. She made her way out into the hallway when Debbie Nichols tripped her. "Whoops." Debbie placed a hand over her mouth and fake gasped. "Omg, did I hurt the nerdy dyke?" The girls around her began laughing as Maura picked up her books, again. "You think if I help her up she'll watch as I walk away?" Debbie said in a dramatic tone. "Nah, she's not worth it." Debbie and her friends laughed. Maura blushed and got up. She brisk walked away from Debbie, hearing her and the girls laugh as she did. Maura ran into the cafeteria and got her lunch. She stood awkwardly looking around to see where there was an empty spot to sit, but of course there weren't any. She made her way outside with her lunch and walked over to a small grassy area under a tree. Well, this is nice. She thought to herself as she sat down. As she ate her lunch she glanced up every now and then to see people laughing at her and calling her a loner. She didn't really mind though. She liked being alone. She just wished people would stop teasing her.
After lunch her day was just as miserable as any other day. She was relieved when the end of school bell rang. She wanted to go home. She wanted to go in her room, lock all the doors, turn up her music and cry to herself. She was walking home when a red Mercedes pulled up behind her.
"Dyke!" Kate yelled as she threw a water balloon at Maura. The car then sped away with the girls laughing inside. Maura watched the car go, teary eyed. She was relieved when it started to rain, that way nobody saw her tears.
"You're late!" Her mother called from the living room as Maura walked through the door. "Oh my, and you're soaking!"
"Sorry, mother I – "
"Save it! I'm tired of your excuses! Hurry up and get upstairs! You are wetting my floors! You have no consideration at all, do you?!" Her mother said angrily. Maura hung her head and made her way to the bathroom. She stripped her body of her wet clothes and went into the shower.
Why does this always happen to me?! Why can't I ever get a break?! Maura began crying silently to herself as she let the hot water burn her freckled skin. She found it hard to breathe with all the steam filling her lungs as she sniffled. Nobody ever understands me! God, why?! Why does it always have to be me?! Maura couldn't take it anymore. She got out of the shower with puffy eyes and a runny nose. She put on a robe and quickly made it to her room. She sat on her bed, still in a robe, and began to think too much and too hard. Maura-the-bora! Dyke! You're not worthy enough, Bitch, she hates stuck up bitches like you. You're not worth it. Maura put her hands to her head as she heard her classmates voices mocking her, teasing her, taunting her. She squeezed her eyes and fell to her knees on the ground and began crying, hard. My mother won't hear me. Nobody will hear me. She thought to herself as she let the tears fall from her face to the ground. She looked up at the mirror that was in her room and saw just how broken she was.
"They're right," She said aloud to herself. "I'm not worth it."
A/N: Please tell me what you think! :) Not entirely sure if it's worth continuing or not. Again, I just wrote this at a random moment.