I heard her scream and I did nothing to save her. I am not sure if I should have anyway. She did have it coming in my mind though. She always picked and picked at me. She thought she was absolutely perfect. The person I am talking, you may be wondering who it is., the person is Addison James. Addison is the "most perfect" girl there is. She is the head cheerlead, the school president, and the most popular girl.
Do I hate her? Of course I really don't hate her. I have learned it is wrong to hate, but not to dislike someone very much. Well never mind the fact.
Addison picked on me and me only. She left my friends to be. I suppose I was the weakest link of my pack. Or possibly she knew I was the most emotionally unstable. Addison knows my father died, I had never had a boyfriend, or for that matter kissed a boy. Therefore I was the easiest to pick on.
Anyways back to the screaming part. That night I was walking home with Addison. I either had to carry her duffle bag or get pants on the upcoming Monday. I took the one less embarrassing. It was probably 10 at night when we began to walk. Addison was to busy talking to her boyfriend, so that put us behind schedule.
I knew my mom would be worried sick when I got home this late. I asked Addison if it would be possible to borrow her phone. Of course the answer I got was negative. So I began to walk faster.
She grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me closer to her.
"Where do you think your going, Scarlett?" she asked annoyed.
"Um, um I am trying to get home. My mom is going to be worried." I said nervously.
I had no excuse for being nervous around Addison. But something just intimates you around her. Is it her good looks, her laughter, or maybe the ways he talks to people? I have no idea but it just does.
"Oh I totally understand. Here use my phone."
She handed me the phone and quickly jerked her hand up.
"Did you really think I would let you use my cell?" she snorted.
I just looked down and continued to walk slowly. I counted each step I took, hoping it would make time fly by faster. No matter how high the number got time never seemed to go faster. The only thing that got higher than the steps was the number of insults Addison sent my way.
"I can see why no boy has ever dated you. Just look at your clothes! That looks exactly like the clothes we buried my Nana in!" she laughed.
Her insults drove deeper and deeper into my mind.
"Just remember what Dr. Hobbes said. Breathe in and out." I thought to myself.
I see a therapist every week to help with school. It never really seems to help though.