I'll admit it, I wasn't the most popular girl at La Push high. In fact, I wouldn't call myself popular at all. To be honest, I only had one friend. A best friend. Kim.
But I guess that's the best you could ask for when your La Push's personal freak show. I mean, yeah, I had the Indian skin tone, but no, I didn't have the Indian features. My hair was a natural white blond and my eyes were an ice blue color that my cursed great grandmother gave me. I didn't ask to be thrown into the genetic whirlpool that might as well belonged to the circus, but I was.
Not that my parents were freaks. No it was just me. Not them. They looked like they belonged in La Push as much as the guy Paul who made it his life goal to make my life a living hell.
I was walking down the main hallway of the school when I felt something hard hit my leg, sending me down to the floor.
I turned to see Paul standing above me, his trade mark smirk gracing his lips.
"God Gabby, walk much?" Paul sneered, basking in the laughs his friends gave out at his bad joke. I could feel tears sting the back of my eyes but I refused to let them fall.
"Yeah Gabby, is that a crack in the floor? How much do you weigh anyway?" Jared put in.
"Obviously enough to break the floor." Paul laughed again before kicking the two books I still held in my hands across the hall way.
I could feel the tears come now and I let them as Paul and Jared walked away. I knew I wasn't fat. The doctors actually said I should gain another twenty pounds if I wanted to be healthy. Apparently being one hundred and ten pounds when you're seventeen isn't a good thing.
"Hey, are you okay?" A kid bent down next to me, someone I recognized as one of Paul's followers.
"Yeah." I said meekly, wondering why he was even helping me up.
"Don't listen to them, they're jerks." He said with a smile while he handed me my books, I took them, giving him one more long look before I wiped away my tears and headed for my first class.
"What happened?" Kim asked as I took my seat next to her in English.
"Nothing." I said, rubbing my sure to be puffy red eyes.
"It was Paul again wasn't it? Him and his friends really are horrible! I wish someone would just put them in their place!" Kim fumed. I was instantly reminded of all the times me and Kim would rant about them. I think we both hated them an equal amount, even though Kim was never really harassed by them like I was.
"I mean, sure you're a little different." She said, motioning to my blond hair, blue eyes, and 5'1 frame, "but that's no reason to do the things they do to you! I just wish I was a sumo reseller, then they wouldn't be laughing!"
I couldn't help but laugh at her logic. I'm sure if she were a giant guy then she would beat the living snot out of them, but until then, we'll just have to bare it.
"What are you doing after school today?" I asked Kim as we walked out of English and towards the history room.
"Going to the beach with my friend Alex. You can come too you know." Kim said, looking at me. She knew I wouldn't go. I never did when she offered to take me out with her friends. I just wasn't a very social person. As long as I had Kim, that was all I needed. And believe me, I needed her.
"I think I'll pass." I said finally, Kim didn't look surprised at all, instead she sighed.
"Going to stay home and pretend to be a ballerina?" Kim joked, referring to how I sometimes dance like a ballerina to classical music in my room when I'm bored. Not that I would ever tell anyone that. I mean, I didn't even tell Kim that, the only reason she knows is because she walked in on my one time. I rolled my eyes at her as we took our seats in the back of the history room.