Hey, peeps. This is my very first short story, you know how it is: nerve racking, scary and mostly anxiety. I hope you like the story, and please, reviews would be highly appreciated!

Isobel's POV.

So, high school is great, I mean it's been a week and already I have a hate-club called "Issie or is she?" Implying I look like a boy with my unisex clothes, it's not clever or funny. The head of this pathetic club is a girl called Mandy Morrell; her brother is the Mayor of Morganville, just my luck. I highly advise all human beings to remain at least six feet from Mandy Morrell A.K.A Monster Mandy-2-face: she spits venom that eats through pride and self-esteem, her eyes can cut you like razors and her breath is a deadly gas that gets the gag-reflexes going.

She's somewhat prejudice to British people, she seems to make a special effort to ruin my life. For instance: my first day of high school ended with me taking an emergency trip to the hospital. It wasn't fatal; I suffered from a concussion and a few bruises: Mandy shoved me in Gym class; I fell and hit my head. I saw no real reason for Mandy to hate me, OK, that's a lie. I did so something stupid; I told her how to use Google, the search engine. I mean, I watched her for an hour straight struggle to use Google and look up aneurism. When I told Mandy she had to click on the search box, the entire class burst into laughter. Mandy didn't find it so funny; she burnt red and told me she would make my life a misery.

Well, thanks Mandy, you've managed to do it within days of my junior year of high school.

"You know, Issie, knitted sweaters were fashionable when I was in diapers." Mandy sniped, clearly dominating me with he whole slag-match.

I glare "Have you ever heard of toothpaste, you should invest in it sometime. It might stop that yellow glow every time you smile." Her posse gave a snigger, Mandy threw them her famous dagger-glare, and I felt my confidence boost just that inch; pleased that my comment actually bothered Ice Queen Mandy.

Mandy sneered "I see you've been working on your come-backs, a little pathetic, but then again, you are too." I ground my teeth together, Mandy can call me anything she likes, but pathetic I am not.

"You know, Mandy. Bullies turn into bullies because they were bullied. Were you bullied? I mean I don't blame the kids whoever did it, you're a huge target, I mean look at your-" Mandy's fist connected with my eye.

I stagger back, stunned. "Ow! Fuck, my nail!" she groaned. I lied across the grass, blinking. My eye began throbbing like a bruise, a really tender bruise. I saw black spots, stunned to silence as the shock subsided.

And here comes the pain…"Jesus, my eye!" I cried; the skin surrounding it felt enflamed.

I gingerly touched my bruise as the chatter of her posse and surrounding people increased in volume, the skin felt swollen, I tried to open my eye but it was shutting from the swelling. Mandy sniggered with her posse, she was rubbing her left fist, laughing. At my expense. I stood up, touching my eye, just above my eyebrow felt like it was bleeding. I felt hot liquid trickle down my face, she cut me. I felt my right fist clench, Mandy turned to me 'You should have seen your f-aah!'

My fist caught her jaw. Mandy fell from her silver stilettos, hitting the ground like a weight. The surrounding crowd all gave a horrified gasp.

I licked my dry, trembling lips; my breathing felt labored, staring down at Mandy, she looked stunned to silence. I bet no-one's hit her before. She gaped, clutching her jaw with her bling donning fingers. "You hit me!" Mandy gasped, unsure of the words herself. I uneasily dragged in a breath, blinking back tears. Seriously, I was going to cry after punching this girl? I feverishly wiped the tears away.

"I hate punching people, so stop asking for it." I grab my bag from the floor, and turn for the school building, shaking with adrenaline.

"Hey, you'll regret this!" Mandy shrieked, her backup dancers Lucia and Meredith echoed her words.

"Yeah, you'll regret this!"

I press my sleeve to my cut brow "Not now I don't."

After school

I regret hitting Mandy. She made good on her threat; the entire cheerleader team trashed my locker with tampons, tissues and condoms. Does anyone have an ounce of maturity in Morganville? Suffice to say, I had a crappy day. In Chemistry, someone spiked my beaker with baking soda; my beaker fizzed, over spilled and drenched my school bag with acid. Then, after a crappy lunch, I had Math. I, myself don't see the point in Mathematics, all you need to know is additions, I won't use algebra in my future career. I won't need to know how to multiply A, B and C.

Anyway, the class just dropped the cherry on my icing.

I sat besides Jimmy the drooler. I cocked my head, watching him like one of those weirdly funny documentaries. Jimmy's head was in his hands, his mouth agape, and the droll fell like Viagra Falls, all over his book. Weirdly, I felt the urge to wipe my chin. I did. Mr. Baker droned on, drilling letters and numbers into our heads. Lucky for teenagers, we develop this shield to block out unwanted knowledge. Anyway, Jimmy snored loudly, and jerked. His head hit the table, and then fell into my lap. I gave a frightened squeal, with Jimmy's face planted in my lap. I tried to shove him off, but his droll began soaking through my jeans.

I stood up, knocking Jimmy to the floor. The class burst into laughter. Phone cameras were snapping. I looked down. My crouch is wet with drool. I've been caught wet panted.