Piper
As another crumpled piece of paper hit the back of my head, I cringed. This was the ninth time it had happened this period, but it happened everyday. I guess I should be used to this and should be able to ignore it, but I was still upset by every paper hurled at my head by the group of overdone girls seated behind me.
I was constantly picked on by the Goode High golden girls; Drew, Reyna, Khione and Rachel. Though Rachel didn't pick on me physically, she still threw in insults here and there to remain a part of the make up frosted barbies that ruled the school. Drew, Reyna and Khione always made it their mission to torture me in the halls and classes with pencils, gum, and wads of used tissues. And of course, the traditional crumpled paper, the weapon of assault used against me now.
My friends Annabeth, Thalia, and Hazel were also a few of the many subjects of abuse from the Drew Crew. Drew led her vicious fake lashed Rottweilers into school everyday for the sole purpose of being worshipped and to bully us. Everyone knew of her cruel nature, but still scrambled forward to bow at her feet. It was nauseating to see how guys wanted to be with her, and how girls wanted to be her. As she and her posse walked down the halls each day, you can bet that admiring stares were aimed at them as the crowds parted before them like the red sea.
"Hey Dumpster girl! You should really should use perfume that doesn't smell like it was made in the toilet! Or is that your natural scent?"
Drew whipped an insult at me and chucked another piece of paper at me as I turned my head, and it nailed me in the nose. I recoiled instantly, and her clique laughed hysterically. Our teacher, Mrs. Dodds, glared in our direction.
"What is going on back there?!"
She snapped, turning her attention to us, in the middle of writing 'Dickens' in expo marker. Normally, it would have been funny that the teacher had written 'Dick' on the white board, but Mrs. Dodds was the kind of teacher that would send you to the principles office if you forgot to bring a pen to class. Nobody laughed, and the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Mrs. Dodds gave me a look that penetrated my soul. Figures she would blame me.
"Miss. McLean. Another sound out of you and you will get detention!"
God forbid perfect little Drew got detention. I grit my teeth and nodded, knowing that Drew and the clique would be smirking behind me. I sat through another excruciating twenty minutes of Khione stabbing me with her pencil from behind before English Lit class was over. The bell rang and I was the first one out of class.
Now let me get this straight, Piper McLean does not cry. Ever. You can think I cry though, and I will let you, because I was done. I saw my friends in the hall and they knew immediately what was wrong. So yes, I let a few tears fall. The four of us clasped hands and we walked out of the school together, leaving that hell hole behind us, hopefully forever.