As she walked in to class, she saw a bunch of students staring at her.
Worst of her fear, a teacher was glaring at her.
Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
What have I done wrong now? Jamie thought.
Suddenly, she heard somebody clear their throat.
"Ahem, excuse me, but may I ask who you are? I don't seem to know you. Perhaps, you are new?" The teacher asked.
"U-u-um, y-y-es. I am new..." Jamie stammered back.
She heard chuckles from the students.
She was now red as a tomato and she felt the burning sensation radiating through her body.
The teacher replied much softer and said, "Well, I am Mr. Soby. Since you are new let me help you out a bit. And, you do not open
the door without knocking thank you very much. May I see your schedule please hun?".
Jamie was shocked.
How could a teacher call me 'hun'?!
Is he a pedophile or something?
She thought only her family could call her that!
Again, Jamie was deep in thought.
"Um, excuse me? Young lady?" Mr. Soby asked annoyed.
"Pardon?" Was all she could reply back.
Mr. Soby rolled his eyes and said, "I said bring over your schedule."
Wtf?! He's a pedophile/now he wants to look at my schedule!?
Does he want to come over to my class and rape me or something!?
Jamie was shocked with fear.
Little did she know, hun was a basic term to call students when they didn't know their names.
Jamie was very inexperienced with the society.
After all, she didn't go to school for a lonnnnnng time.
She was very quiet, and only said a word or two even in a family gathering.
But, hesitantly Jamie walked further into the classroom.
She rummaged through her backpack to find her schedule crushed underneath a pile of notebooks.
She shakily handed her crumpled up schedule to Mr. Soby dropping her backpack in the way.
Everyone bursted out in laughter.
Jamie was afraid and, she was about to burst in tears.
She was shaking all over like standing in the cold.
*Jamie's Flashback*
I was slammed against the locker by one of my bullies.
Lot's of people gathered up in chunks to watch what was going on.
Nobody was there to save me.
Nobody was there to stop them.
I was all alone.
All by myself.
They were just spectators who enjoyed every single second of it.
I was like an animal in circus forced to do tricks in front of billions of people.
But, this was worse.
They grabbed chunks of my hair and started cutting it.
I screamed for them to stop but, that made it even worse.
People started chuckling and it all bursted out in loud laughter.
Just like Mr. Soby's class...
I was forced to get a hair cut.
A very bad one.
People started calling me names after they saw my messy hair cut.
They called me 'a slut', 'a worthless loser', 'a girl from the dump', 'a bitch who doesn't deserve a life' etc.
I can't let myself think more of these horrifying words that was said to me.
What I just mentioned briefly right now, was nothing compared to what they said after all of this.
I just can't think about it.
The moment I do, I will start cutting again and again...
*Flashback over*
Jamie's P.O.V.
Tears started to form in my eyes and started trickling it's way down my cheeks.
I didn't realize I was crying until, someone rushed towards me and embraced me into a hug.
The classroom went in dead silence.
I didn't know who was hugging me.
Maybe this pedophile who's just trying to get into my pants.
Or, maybe my mom was worried and spotted me crying.
I didn't care who it was.
I just decided to enjoy this hug and I hugged back to this stranger.
It felt amazingly good.
At least, someone was comforting me.
I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy this moment.
People started to 'Oooo~' and 'Ahhh~".
Stupid morons.
What's wrong with hugging?
I don't know what's wrong with these stupid kids.
I mean, aren't they grown up now?
All of a sudden, I was forcibly pushed away from the hug.
I landed on the floor on my hip.
It hurt terribly bad like I just sat on a hard stone.
Mr. Soby started clapping his hands. "That's enough! Everyone SHUT UP! THIS IS ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS! YOU NEED
TO WELCOME A NEW STUDENT NOT HUMILIATE THEM IN THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL! YOU GUYS ARE MISSING RECESS
TODAY! FINAL. Now, if you could excuse yourself young lady, follow me to the hallway for a moment please."
I started to get up from the floor and dusted my pants.
I picked up my backpack and walked out of the classroom my head drooped.
I still heard silent chuckles but, I didn't care anymore.
After all, I am just a worthless person who doesn't deserve a life in this world...
"Honey, may I know your name please?" Mr. Soby asked breaking the awkward silence between us.
Sniffling I replied, "Jamie."
"What a nice name Jamie... Now, let me look at your schedule for a second."
He unfolded the crumpled piece of the schedule and inspected it.
"Hmmmmm... I see you are Grade 11! First period for you is with Ms. Brittany. Since it's a first day of school, we don't have any
lessons. Her class is right across this hallway. Sorry, but I have to excuse myself. My class is very mischievous and I don't know
what they are doing right now. Good luck, Jamie. Make sure to find me again if you are having trouble finding her class."
Handing the schedule back to me, he entered his classroom without saying a word.
So, is he nice after all?
I thought he was going to flirt with me or something in the hallway.
I was ready to kick him in the crutch, but maybe I thought wrong.
He might be one of those teachers who adore kids?
No, I still need to be aware.
For all you know, he might be trying to gain my trust and BAM!
He rapes me.
Well, I got to go to class now.
I stuffed in the schedule in my backpack and slung it over my shoulder.
I started walking down the hallway when I noticed a bathroom.
Great, I could fix my makeup. I thought to myself.
I entered the bathroom and looked at the mirror.
The sight I saw was truly horrifying.
My mascara was smudged everywhere.
And, I saw that my nose was turned in to a red tomato.
I blushed in embarrassment.
Mr. Soby should be laughing at me now.
I quickly grabbed my make up set out of my backpack.
I rinsed my face at the sink and wiped my face with a paper towel.
I then, applied make up as fast as I can.
That looks pretty decent, I muttered to myself flashing a smile.
Yep, I think I have mood swings.
All of sudden, I am depressed and I am all happy the next minute.
In the way out to Ms. Brittany's class, all I could think of was that hugger.
Who could that possibly be? It can't be my mom because she wouldn't have just pushed me and, she would've dragged me out of
school for making such a mess.
Could it be... the guy I bumped into earlier?
No... He's probably not in that class.
I would have noticed him by then...
Then... Who was it?
I really enjoyed the hug until, I was forcefully pushed and I landed in a heap on the floor.
That was not a pretty site.
Whoever that was, that person is an asshole.
Made me feel better and, ditch me after a minute.
How nice of that asshole.
I was boiling mad all over again.
I can never get used to this school.
Ever.
My life is messed up.
Why can't I have a regular life just like the others do?
Why, why, why, why!
