I own nothing but the storyline. Sorry for the grammatical mistakes.
"Hey chica, want a little kick to start your mornin'?" Big Black (my usual dealer) asked while suspiciously looking around the vicinity we were standing in. He already had the regular stash of weed I would pick.
"Nahh, not today. Gots me some school bruhh." I replied in my fake ghetto accent.
Disappointed, Bigs put the stash back into the inside pocket of his ratty green zip-up jacket. Bigs stalked off while muttering under his breath about school being for pussies and shitheads. I continued strolling quickly to school.
I started taking drugs a couple months after being outed, it was a pretty good distraction. I know drugs are bad and the chemicals in drugs will most certainly cause me life long problems, but I already have a lot of problems and if smoking weed and getting high of my ass will suppress my misery, then so be it.
I never smoke weed before school, so my grades never really drop. I always make up work no matter how utterly exhausted I am. Nobody at my high school ever notices the deep, dark circles around my eyes. Nobody notices that I wince when I bend down or sit. I'm glad for that though, it means less drama for me.
My high school, being the only charter school in Lima, has certain advantages. No P.E. Thank god for that, really. It all pertains to the fact that I'm covered in bruises and scars from my Papi's calloused hands. Although, if anyone saw the bruises and cuts, they wouldn't care. I'm just really paranoid about the possibility of being looked at with more disgust.
At Mckinley Charter Highschool, the social pyramid starts with the Lima Losers at the bottom, nerds, the jocks and cheerleaders, and the New Directions Choir Club at the top. The New Directioners, or what I like to call them The Noob Dick Suckers, are the bane of my existence. Although they are not the ones to physically and upfrontly abuse me, I know they get the jocks and Cheerios to do their dirty work or what they like to call 'maintaining order in the facility'.
The supposed leader of said 'Noob Dick Suckers' is the beautiful, blue-eyed goddess, Brittany S. Pierce. One glance at her mischievous but oh-so innocent smile would melt your heart. To bad she's a cruel bitch.
As I enter the hallways of MCH, a freezing blast of what feels like tiny ice shards and just sheer numbness smash straight into my face, but mostly in my eyes.
"Euugh. Watch it, Lezpez." Speak of the devil. Brittany. The slushy cup in her hand drops to the floor and she stalks off to her her wheelchair-bound boyfriend Artie and her group of followers.
Sighing frustratingly, I try to blindly navigate myself to the girls' bathroom but instead I end up stumble over my own feet and my sodden study books clattered to the ground. I opened my scorched eyes to find the wretched books and clumsily jog towards the restroom, leaving behind the scoffs and laughter behind me.
After I got most of the slushy out of my clothes, face, and hair; I proceeded quickly to my first class which is Biology. Being already delayed enough, I rush into the room and of fucking course. Brittany S. Pierce and her cult have already cultivated into the room.
Everyone's eyes land on me and the room is filled with giggles and sneers from all over the class. Being so used to this type of treatment, I just simply head towards the nearest empty table and organize my paperwork while Quinn, who is Brittany's right hand girl, throws spitballs at the back of my head. Ican hear Brittany cackling away and high-giving Quinn every time she manages to make me twitch in annoyance.
It's going to be a long fucking week...
My day is finally over. Thank fuck. But that only means that I have return to the shit-hole of a father. Sigh.
I head out the doors of MCH and start the long trek home when I am being pulled backwards by the handle of my backpack.
I fall to the to the tiled floor with a yelp of surprise. I look up at my assaulter and see the cobalt eyes of a one Brittany Pierce and the hazel ones of Quinn Fabray.
"Where the fuck do you think your going, dyke?" Quinn sneers digustedly while Brittany just stares blankly at my arms.
Hearing those familiar words, my head drops submissively and i just try to block out the sounds, smells, and pain. But there is no pain, except maybe from me digging my nails deep into my thighs. I would have expected Quinn and Brittany to be already kicking shit out of me or something else incredibly cruel, but all I hear are gasps of shock.
Cliffhanger because I'm extremely tired and I still have a shitload of homework to finish. Review please.