Hello Ladies and Gentleman! This is my very first fanfiction EVER so all I ask is that you be nice when you reveiw...because I know that all of you lovely readers are going to hit that little button at the bottom of the screen ;)
Anyway! I've had this little beauty swimming around in my head for a while now...I know its short...buuuuut if you like it, guess what...theres more! yay!
ENJOY!
School. It's the bane of my existence. Torture in its purest form. My own personal hell filled with polo and Abercrombie clad demons. Seven hours of darkness with a small speck of dim light in the middle. That dim light being lunch where there are so many people I can go unnoticed by the majority of them. Unfortunately to reach my safe haven –my lunch spot- I must pass the pit where the leader of the demons resides.
Glimmer.
She is a beauty…on the outside. Perfect golden hair curled in ringlets to frame her high cheekbones and blue eyes.
On the inside however, she is a beast. She ridicules, belittles, and condemns all those deemed 'weird' or 'freakish' by the posh society. And for some reason I'm her 'favorite freak' so to speak. I always end up the butt of her jokes. I'm sure today will be no different.
I enter the lunchroom and tighten my grip on my backpack straps and duck my head using my hair as a curtain to hide my face from the rest of the student body. I take a deep breath and stare at my feet as they begin to move at a quickening pace. I will myself invisible and pray to God as I concentrate on counting my footsteps and not on the people that snicker as I walk past.
I weave as inconspicuously as possible through the tables. My stomach turns as I near where Glimmer sits. I hold my breath and move faster, hoping desperately for one day without any public humiliation.
And for a moment I think my hopes will be realized.
But all high hopes come crashing down when a perfectly pedicured foot suddenly comes into view. The next few moments seem to move in slow motion as I fall face first onto the cold linoleum floor. I let out a cry of pain when my face makes contact. The rest of my body follows, and I crumple in a heap in the middle of the floor. For a moment all I hear is my own breathing. Then other sounds begin to filter through and I hear hushed whispers scattered across the room.
I just want to disappear.