So I know that I'm working on three other stories, but oh well. :p PLEASE Tell me what you think!! SHOULD I CONTINUE??
I watched Ashley Davies sit at her usual table with the rockers, punk and rebels. She sat on the edge of the plastic green table, legs spread out a bit. One dangled over the side and the other rested on the trashy yellow bench. A wicked smile danced on her face as she talked animatedly to her "followers". See, at King High there are clicks, like all schools. Almost every clique has a leader. For instance, Aiden Dennison is the leader of the "jocks", Madison Duarte is the leader of the "preps" and Ashley Davies is the leader of the "rebels", pretty much the cool outcasts. They're more, but none of those are really important right now. You see, I'm in fact the leader of the uncool outcasts… well; I'm actually the only one…
I moved her about five months ago. It was suppose to be better, that's what my mom said. After the accident, we were suppose to have a fresh start. I was really exited about that… Mom even bought me a new bag! It's really nice- black canvas and has these light pink hearts and tissue paper hearts that I added… I guess it's a little childish, but she did splurge, so I didn't say anything. I'm just glad I don't have to figure out ways to cover the duck tape anymore and she said that if things went well with her new job, I might even get to buy a new pair of tennis shoes if there is a sale at work! My mom is just got a job at K-Mart and Perkins!
I ignored my grumbling stomach as I bit my bottom lip and watched Ashley Davies from across the quad. When the bell rang I grabbed my new bag and hurried to my 4th period class, geometry. My stomach did little flips as I tried to think of a new excuse as to why my homework was only particle finished and completely wrong. As I was thinking this through, my foot got caught in the long leg of my jeans as I tried to squeeze through the mass of people. I tried everything to keep from falling, but I landed on my forearms, feeling the cement tear at the skin. I whimpered a bit, but tried to pick myself up before anyone notice.
"Aw, look at the poor little retard." Madison taunted.
"She can't even walk right!" A guy laughed. I scrambled around, franticly trying to pick up my books and papers.
"Nice bag." Another snickered as he picked it up. He tossed it from hand to hand, before picking off the paper hearts and crumpling them up in front of me.
"No!" I yelped. "Please, give it back?" I begged quietly. He laughed and gave me such a hateful glare before ripping the flap at the seem
"Ooops." He threw the bag at me, I attempted to duck, but it still hit my chest. They laughed and started to walk down the nearly deserted hall. My head slowly rose to see Ashley Davies and her group walking by. I prayed that she would notice, that she would help me, but she didn't even look at me…
My head hung and I let the tears fall down my face, not like anyone was watching anyways.