Love & Acceptence
A/N I am TRULY sorry for not updating this story. I hadn't internet for months since July to be exact. But last Saturday, my brother magically fixed it. Yay!. Now I can get back to my love for writing stories. Yippie yi yay. Anyway I hope you enjoy.
Gabriella woke up to the sound of her alarm clock ringing. She groaned & pressed the snooze button before pulling the covers off. Gabriella hated waking up early on school days. That was most thing she hated about going to school. Waking up at 5am was truly a big pain in the ass. She walked out of her room and into the bathroom to get ready for another lonely day. She pulled the shower curtains open and stepped inside the shower stall. Gabriella turned on the water. The steaming hot water felt really good as the water poured on her. 20 minutes later, she got out of the shower stall, dripping wet. Gabriella grabbed the towel & wrapped the towel around her. She blow dried her hair and brushed. She looked at her ugly reflection in the mirror. Her hair was puffy and, she looked pale, her lips were cracked and dried. She was ugly. She hated the way she looked. She wished she was prettier like most girls in her school. Gabriella turned away from her reflection painfully before forcing herself out of the bathroom. She walked into her room and opened the closet and scanned through her closet before she opted a white tank top, a black cardigan and skinny ripped jeans and putting on white sketchers shoes. She picked up a scrunchie and put her hair into a updo style. Gabriella picked up her black purse before dragging her feet downstairs to eat breakfast. Once she was finished, she gave a goodbye to her parents before finally heading out. It was fairly warm on a Friday morning. Five minutes later, the sound of an engine came towards their street before finally coming to a halt. The yellow doors swung open before the kids proceeded to go in. Gabriella chose a empty seat and placed herself in. She turned on her ipod touch and blasted her latest favorite song. Fucking perfect by Pink.
Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel
Like you're less than f*ckin' perfect
Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel like you're nothing. Your fucking perfect to me
She absolutely loved the song. She related to it. It was like as if Pink read her mind.
20 minutes later, the bus came to a halt before the students filed out of the bus. She looked at the wonderful view in front of her. There was the white marble water fountain that stood out in the middle of school yard. Students were in groups standing, chilling before the bell had rung. People sat on the water fountain either talking, kissing or making out. Some students were walking into the school. She envied how they all had friends in their perfect lives. But she knew that their lives weren't perfect. She knew that there must be something going on in their lives. But she envied how everybody was friends with everybody. She wanted to be just like them, intectually wise. If she could turn back time to prevent from everyone knowing about her not being able to memorize her multiplication, subtraction, addition tables. She would. Gabriella wished how everyone would judge on her strengths not weakness. Not everyone was perfect. So why couldn't people accept the concept of individuality?.
She walked into her school and into the crazy crowded hallway. As she passed by, she heard something. "Oh, my god. She's so short. She's so tiny" and another voice said. "Leave her alone. Don't make fun of her"
"Yeah, so I was just saying how short she was"
Gabriella rolled her eyes and thought to herself. Bitch, I hope you go burn in hell.
Being a 4'6 girl wasn't fun. People made fun of her all the time for being short. It was absolutely sickening.
She arrived to her locker, unlocking then opening it. Gabriella put her books inside then pulled out some notebooks and put in her bag. She glanced at the school's clock noticing she had one minute left before the bell rang.
"Shit" She cursed, slamming the locker door. Gabriella power walked, worrying over if would give her a detention. She never had a dentetion in her life and she wasn't planning on getting one either. Mrs. Darbus was a weird overly obsessed theatre old woman. She had a strict policy on cell phones and tardies.
She was too busy obsessing weather or not if she was getting that she didn't notice the person in front of her.
Bam. Gabriella snapped back into reality as she recognized a pair of blue eyes. It was Troy Bolton, the captain of the basketball team. He was the most popular kid in school and definitely the hottest. Gabriella had a slight crush on him. Troy seemed nice and charming. But what really turned her on was that once when she was working on a science project in class. Gabriella overheard someone making fun of her for being short and Troy had defended her.
Today, Troy was wearing a red shirt, jeans & converse. His hair in the front slicked back. (A/N His hairstyle was Zac's hairstyle before he got a buzz cut). He looked absolutely stunning.
"I'm s-sorry" Gabriella stammered quietly getting nervous.
"No, im sorry, I should have been looking where I was going" Troy apologized.
Gabriella gave a small smile before walking away. She could feel the burn of his stares right through her. With that thought in her mind, she blushed deep red as she walked into her homeroom.
After homeroom, she entered her parenting classroom and before the bell had rung, she sat herself down. A short black woman named Mrs. Bullock walked over to her. "Where is your project?"
She hated aides. They were annoying and frustrating to deal with. She hated it when they came to her and helped when she hadn't even asked for help. The school thought she needed aides. As if she was one of those slow people who needed help in everything. But of course, she was not. She knew it and she tried to prove it. But every time she tried. Her case manager had lectured her how it was important that the aides should help her for the sake of her grades and how it was important that the aides should read the tests to her and be pulled out. She hated being pulled out and being read to. She couldn't concentrate while being read to. She was perfectly capable of reading the test by herself.
She rolled her eyes and slightly scowled as she trashed around looking for her project and gave it.
"I'm going to have to take a look it at it" She announced.
Gabriella felt lava boiling up inside her. She hated it when aides inspected her work making sure it was perfect. Why couldn't she get the grade she deserved?. She let out a scowl.
"Don't give me that look!"
Gabriella nodded.
"That's it," Mrs. Bullock said wondering why Gabriella was making rude gestures. "Come with me"
She followed her into the front of the classroom and crossed her arms as she stood.
"Gabriella?. Why are you acting like this?. Your such a beautiful lady. You shouldn't act like this. I know you talk to Diana so I know you can talk" Mrs. Bullock spoke.
Gabriella didn't say a word before Mrs. Bullock replied. "Go back to your seat"
Gabriella took once glance at the class and saw everyone staring at her. Her cheeks reddened with embarrassment. Now everyone had the wrong impression of her that she had an attitude. But she couldn't help it. Her anger and annoyance took over and usually when that happens. It wasn't pretty. Gabriella sighed before putting her head down. Seconds later, Mrs. Bullock snapped at her. "Put your head up"
Gabriella slumped in her seat, putting her hands to her face while her elbow rested on the desk.
"No, no, no. Pull your hands away from your face and sit straight" Gabriella cursed silently angrily as she did what she was told. She looked to her right and saw a student sleeping snoring quietly. It was totally unfair. The student was sleeping and Mrs. Bullock wasn't going to give the student a hard time about it.
It was totally unjustified.
Later that day, she headed to her favorite part of the school day. Lunch. She entered the cafeteria and grabbed a bowl of yummy Rotini and soda. She sat herself down in a empty lunch table and chewed silently and glanced at the students eating lunch with their friends gossiping, laughing and whatnot in jealously. She felt lonely and needed a friend. She wished Diana had the same lunch period. It would make school a bit better. Gabriella let out a sigh before she continued to devour into her delicious bowl of Rotini.
After lunch, she headed into the Special Education headquarters. She hated Resource. She hated having an aid who made sure she had done her work. It was complete torture.
"So Gabriella. Do you have any work today?" Mr. Early questioned.
Gabriella nodded and showed her Algebra homework.
"Ahh, substitute equations" Mr. Early spoke. "Here's what you do, you distribute the top equation with the bottom equation"
Gabriella did as what she told.
"Good," Mr. Early exclaimed. "Now you combine like terms"
Gabriella added the two Y's and created a third equation before she added the second and third number in the equation. She divided the answer and the X before getting the answer.
"That's great. Now, we have to reduce it"
Gabriella struggled and did it with help. She kept getting the answer wrong three times as she redid the problem
"Ugh, does she have a brain?" The teacher whispered to himself.
Another aid who was sitting by and listened as the aid who was helping her step by step and heard him say what's 6 times 3?. She didn't reply and used her calculator.
The other aid whispered to the case manager. "She's mentally challenged!"
Gabriella felt humiliated. It was as if a thousand bricks fell on her. She felt herself wanting to cry but she held it in. As soon as resource was done. She had never been so glad that the class was done.
She packed her things and headed home, heading straight to her room. She grabbed her notebook and scribbled down her feelings. An hour later, she looked at her finished work and read it aloud to make sure it sounded good.
Another lonely day
The dark clouds passing by
Wishing I could be like the rest
Wishing I could get another chance
Life could be so unkind
Alotta things on my mind
Needing to take it out
Wanting to shout
Tired of being outside looking
Being jealous of all the rest
Everything is so messed
Keeping me stressed
Don't wanna be stereotyped
Oh, its another lonely day
Crying myself to sleep
Hearing all the taunting
Wanting it all to stop
Being misunderstood
Oh, its another lonely day
The dark clouds passing me by
Wanting to cry
Wondering why
Don't need it twice
Please just be nice
Your heart is cold as ice
Wanting to defend
Wanting to scream
Tired of being outside looking in
Being jealous of all the rest
Everything is so messed
keeping me stressed
Don't wanna be stereotyped
Oh, its another lonely day
Crying myself to sleep at night
Hearing all the taunting
Wanting it all to stop
Being misunderstood
Oh, its another lonely day
Somedays I try to hold it in
Somedays I let it out
I don't know I could face all this alone
Tired of being outside looking in
Being jealous of all the rest
Everything is so messed
Keeping me stressed
Don't wanna be steroyped
Oh, its another lonely day
Crying myself to sleep at night
Hearing all the taunting
Wanting it all to stop
Being misunderstood
Oh, its another lonely day
She finished reading it and hated it, thinking it was crappy. She ripped piece of paper and crumbled it with her tiny hands and threw it to the floor.
She jumped out of bed, threw open the door and walked towards the bathroom. She opened the door and walked into the bathroom, slamming it shut. She locked before she walked over to the mirror and stared at her reflection.
She thought to herself. Im so worthless, I can't do anything right, Im so ugly. Nobody would date a worthless cunt like me. I'm retarded. I'm slow. Im fucking short. I have no horrible friends. I hate my stupid life.
The thoughts were stuck in her mind. She felt the tears stream down in her eyes. Maybe if she died. Things would be so much better without her. Nobody would have to deal with her stupidness.
The aid's voice echoed in her mind. "She's mentally challenged.
Gabriella's heart wrenched as another voice echoed in her mind. "She's so short"
Gabriella opened the cabinet and pulled out a silver shiny object that appeared to be a knife as her cousins voice echoed in her mind. "She thinks that Andy, Leslie and Vanessa are her friends. But they aren't. She's stupid. She's so slow. They all feel sorry for her and pretend to be her friends. Im sick and tired of her. I HATE her!"
Gabriella sobbed as she set the knife on her pale cold skin. She cried and sank to the floor. She was scared of cutting herself. She thought she was a scaredy cat. She always kept a spare knife in her cabinet in case she actually wanted to do it. But every time she tried, she chickened out.
She put the knife back into the cabinet and laid on the floor, crying her heart out. She hated her stupid life. She wanted to die. She was sick and tired of being, lonely, friendless and retarded. She couldn't deal with another lonely day.
A/N Well, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Let me know about my writing, the characters basically your opinions about the story and my writing. Sorry, if it was boring. I just wanted you to introduce what Gabriella's life is like. So yeah. The story WILL kept more interesting, the hsm gang WILL appear in the next couple of chapters and there WILL be a lot of TROYELLA soon. But you have to stick with me and wait and see how it all will play out for Gabriella. Also about the Algebra part. I'm sorry. The equation that Gabriella is working on is what I'm working on in the class and I forgot what the name it is. I'm struggling with it. So BARE with me!.
Everyone please stop judging
An estimated 2 out of 3 teens are verbally or physically harassed or assaulted every year.The most common reason cited for being harassed is a student's appearance or body size. 2 out of 5 teens feel that they are bullied because of the way that they look.One-third of teens are harassed because they are or are perceived to be lesbian, gay, or bisexual.1 in 4 teachers see nothing wrong with bullying and will only intervene 4% percent of the time.A victim of bullying is twice as likely to take his or her own life compared to someone who is not a victim.64% of American school principals say that student who is a racial minority would feel safe at their school.Physical bullying peak in middle school and declines in high school. Verbal abuse rates remain constant from elementary to high school.Researchers feel that bullying should not be treated as part of growing up (with the attitude "kids will be kids").41% of principals say they have programs designed to create a safe environment for LGBT students, but only 1/3 of principals say that LGBT students would feel safe at their school.57% of students who experience harassment in school never report the incident to the school. 10% of those who do not report stay quiet because they do not believe that teachers or staff can do anything.Schools with easily understood rules of conduct, smaller class sizes and fair discipline practices report less violence than those without such features.. Be a friend. Don't be a hater. Be a lover. There are a lot of quiet kids and you have no idea how their feeling so be a friend. Also, please don't call anyone retarded or dumb. Because chances are they have a learning disability like me. Slow, dumb, weird, annoying and whatnot we're all unique. So in honor of Bullying prevention month which was last October. I created this story to give you some insight so think about it before you do something and gossip. So many kids are bullied and are verbally abused. It has to be stopped right now!. So help do that!. Go to to find out more information and learn how you can help to solve these problems
Thank you
PS. Now that I've wrote such a long chapter minus the facts that I copied and pasted. Its time for me to devour Cotton Candy Ice Cream. Hehe.
