Flashback: High School Hell
Lizzie was dreaming. In her dream she saw a bridge. She saw a girl who looked familiar like she had seen her before standing on the edge of it. The girl looked like she was about to jump off the bridge. Suddenly a loud ringing noise interrupted the dream. Lizzie stirred slightly still only half awake. She reached over and turned off her alarm. She got out of bed. She pulled on some clothes and a pair of sneakers. She pulled her long blonde hair into a messy ponytail. She didn't even bother to put on any make-up or brush her hair. She didn't add any accessories to the outfit. She just didn't seem to care much anymore.
Her mother had already left for work by the time she got up. She made herself a quick breakfast, brushed her teeth and left for school somewhere she desperately didn't want to go. Things had quieted down in the school about Lizzie. Not much though. Every day Kate, Claire and Miranda made it their goal to torture Lizzie until she actually cried. Today was no exception.
"Hi Lizzie," Miranda said in a sweet syrupy tone that Lizzie was very familiar to. She smiled at her. "How are you?" Lizzie didn't answer. "So," she continued. "You heard about Kate's party." "It's going to be wild." "Kate's mom is going to be out of town." "Too bad you can't come." "Nobody want's you there because your too much of a loser." "Oh well bye." She smiled the same sweet smile at Lizzie then turned and dissepeared down the hall to find her new friends Kate and Claire.
Unfortunatly that was nothing next to some of the horrible names she used to call Lizzie. She had gotten better since she first turned on Lizzie. The names that she used to call her the things she did to Lizzie just to get snobby bitches like Kate and Claire to like and accept her still stung Lizzie hard. But she never let Miranda know of course. She wouldn't feel bad for Lizzie she would feel better. She now hated Lizzie and liked causing her emotional pain. Everyone seemed to.
Lizzie opened her locker and pulled out her books for her first period class. She closed the locker and started for class. All through class two boys sitting in the back of the room got a kick out of throwing crumpled up balls of paper at her and hitting her with them. They drove her nuts all period. The rest of the day wasn't much better. Lizzie sat alone at lunch and was made fun of during study hall. You'd think that by the end of the school day she'd be dying to go home so she won't have to deal with all the kids who love to torment her. No she dosen't want to go home either. I mean why should she want to go home so she can be ignored by her mother.
But of course the day ended. As Lizzie started home it began to rain first lightly then heavily. By the time Lizzie got home she was soaking wet. She took off her wet clothes and put on some dry clothes. She settled down on her couch remote control in hand to watch some T.V. halfway through one of her favorite shows the phone rang. Lizzie got up and walked into the kitchen to answer the phone. "Hello," she said. Suddenly the person hung up. Angry Lizzie slammed the phone down on the hook. She thought that it was Miranda or Kate or someone else from school teasing her. She didn't know that he was calling to tell her how he felt. As soon as he heard her voice he got scared and hung up the phone. He could never tell her how he felt.
Lizzie shut the phone off. She was in no mood to deal with snotty bitches who have nothing better to do then tease her. She finished watching the show and then ordered a pizza for dinner. After dinner was done Lizzie cleaned up the kitchen and went to bed. She wasn't tired she just wanted to get away from it all. Sleep was such a good escape.
She felt that she had a lot to escape. Every day waking up to a empty house then going to that high school. She didn't call it Hillridge High School. She called it High School Hell. Because that's what it was like going there every day. It was High School Hell. She couldn't wait for summer vacation so she could get away from that school. Once summer vacation came she could sit in the house and watch T.V sleep till noon and eat junk food. No need to stress over classes, teachers, and students. No need to get upset over being teased or over not having a social life. She wouldn't have to stress or get upset over anything.
Unfourtunatly summer vacation was months away. She had many more hellish school days before she was done. To make matters worse she was only a freshman. She had three more years after this one. Three more years of suffering after this one for Lizzie. She really hated her life. She hated her life and everything and everyone in it. It was like hell every single day and in Lizzie's opinion it always would be for the rest of her life.
Lizzie was dreaming. In her dream she saw a bridge. She saw a girl who looked familiar like she had seen her before standing on the edge of it. The girl looked like she was about to jump off the bridge. Suddenly a loud ringing noise interrupted the dream. Lizzie stirred slightly still only half awake. She reached over and turned off her alarm. She got out of bed. She pulled on some clothes and a pair of sneakers. She pulled her long blonde hair into a messy ponytail. She didn't even bother to put on any make-up or brush her hair. She didn't add any accessories to the outfit. She just didn't seem to care much anymore.
Her mother had already left for work by the time she got up. She made herself a quick breakfast, brushed her teeth and left for school somewhere she desperately didn't want to go. Things had quieted down in the school about Lizzie. Not much though. Every day Kate, Claire and Miranda made it their goal to torture Lizzie until she actually cried. Today was no exception.
"Hi Lizzie," Miranda said in a sweet syrupy tone that Lizzie was very familiar to. She smiled at her. "How are you?" Lizzie didn't answer. "So," she continued. "You heard about Kate's party." "It's going to be wild." "Kate's mom is going to be out of town." "Too bad you can't come." "Nobody want's you there because your too much of a loser." "Oh well bye." She smiled the same sweet smile at Lizzie then turned and dissepeared down the hall to find her new friends Kate and Claire.
Unfortunatly that was nothing next to some of the horrible names she used to call Lizzie. She had gotten better since she first turned on Lizzie. The names that she used to call her the things she did to Lizzie just to get snobby bitches like Kate and Claire to like and accept her still stung Lizzie hard. But she never let Miranda know of course. She wouldn't feel bad for Lizzie she would feel better. She now hated Lizzie and liked causing her emotional pain. Everyone seemed to.
Lizzie opened her locker and pulled out her books for her first period class. She closed the locker and started for class. All through class two boys sitting in the back of the room got a kick out of throwing crumpled up balls of paper at her and hitting her with them. They drove her nuts all period. The rest of the day wasn't much better. Lizzie sat alone at lunch and was made fun of during study hall. You'd think that by the end of the school day she'd be dying to go home so she won't have to deal with all the kids who love to torment her. No she dosen't want to go home either. I mean why should she want to go home so she can be ignored by her mother.
But of course the day ended. As Lizzie started home it began to rain first lightly then heavily. By the time Lizzie got home she was soaking wet. She took off her wet clothes and put on some dry clothes. She settled down on her couch remote control in hand to watch some T.V. halfway through one of her favorite shows the phone rang. Lizzie got up and walked into the kitchen to answer the phone. "Hello," she said. Suddenly the person hung up. Angry Lizzie slammed the phone down on the hook. She thought that it was Miranda or Kate or someone else from school teasing her. She didn't know that he was calling to tell her how he felt. As soon as he heard her voice he got scared and hung up the phone. He could never tell her how he felt.
Lizzie shut the phone off. She was in no mood to deal with snotty bitches who have nothing better to do then tease her. She finished watching the show and then ordered a pizza for dinner. After dinner was done Lizzie cleaned up the kitchen and went to bed. She wasn't tired she just wanted to get away from it all. Sleep was such a good escape.
She felt that she had a lot to escape. Every day waking up to a empty house then going to that high school. She didn't call it Hillridge High School. She called it High School Hell. Because that's what it was like going there every day. It was High School Hell. She couldn't wait for summer vacation so she could get away from that school. Once summer vacation came she could sit in the house and watch T.V sleep till noon and eat junk food. No need to stress over classes, teachers, and students. No need to get upset over being teased or over not having a social life. She wouldn't have to stress or get upset over anything.
Unfourtunatly summer vacation was months away. She had many more hellish school days before she was done. To make matters worse she was only a freshman. She had three more years after this one. Three more years of suffering after this one for Lizzie. She really hated her life. She hated her life and everything and everyone in it. It was like hell every single day and in Lizzie's opinion it always would be for the rest of her life.