Fearless

by Faerydae Kenna

She's what many people would stereotype as Emo, a reject, a rebel, a druggie, but she doesn't care. She has no friends. She's mistreated and ignored at school. And she absolutely hates Gunther. But everyone knows that hate is just another word for love.

An idea that I thought of. Yes, yes, it's hurried and it's short, but I don't have a lot of time and I have tons of ideas I need to write down.

Spencer rolled her eyes as Gunther and Tinka strutted their flashy butts down the hallway. They were seriously stupid.

She walked quickly down the hall, her books clutched tightly in her arms lest someone try and book check her again. Spencer pursed her lips as she came to a stop in front of her locker.

Someone had spray-painted the word "dyke" diagonally across it in hot pink paint. Other rude words were hastily scribbled on it in lipstick and nail polish. Sticky notes were stuck to the door, reading things such as "four-eyes", "Satanist", "metal-mouth", and "Emo trash".

She popped open her locker and grabbed her things, ignoring the group of people huddled in a faraway corner, staring at her and waiting for her reaction. Pulling up the hood of her checkered jacket, Spencer hurried to the front of the school.

"God bless America," she muttered sarcastically as she pushed open the door and stepped out into the December air.