The next day at school Melenie sat brooding at her desk. During the lesson, the teacher tried to ask her questions but she only replied with a death glare. Students continued to stare in disgust at her behavior but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything anymore. They could all go to hell, they deserved it! If they make her life hell, then why shouldn't they? The punishment fits the crime.
Later that day she was walking down the hallway on her way to English, a half decent class, when up ahead she spotted the two girls who had written about her the day the trashcan caught on fire. Oh they were going to pay. How they would pay...
Melenie walked up to the chatting girls and stared at them. After a moment they noticed her and turned around.
"What do you want?" Sneered the tallest one.
Melenie was usually very good at comebacks and insults but this time she was rather stumped. She just stood there, her insides churning as if they were scared of what might happen next.
"Cat got your tongue?" The other piped up, just daring Melenie to say something. Under her breath she muttered, 'bitch.'
"What did you say?" Mel snapped out of her stupor. "Speak up. People don't mumble when they talk to me."
"I said 'bitch.' You know, the female version of bastard?"
Mel seethed. Her hands balled into fists by her side.
The other girl spoke, "Isn't there a certain definition for that?" She implied nastily.
"Oh yeah. But I already wrote to you about that." They had almost forgotten Mel was standing there.
"EXACTLY!" Melenie burst. "You bitches wrote that note and you had no right to do it!"
"Oh, but I thought she was the bitch." Again the girls began to speak as if Mel didn't exist. "I mean, she's the one who was born illegitimately. Her mother must be a real slut."
"Shut up! SHUT UP!" Mel's face was bright red and it was all she could do to stop from acting along with her emotions. "My mother is NOT a slut and never was one. And I'm not a bloody bastard child. I have a father who loves me and it's more than any of you airheads could ever understand." In her anger Mel shouted any excuse to get the better of them, even if she knew it wasn't true.
But they didn't stop taunting her.
"Oh, really? One who never shows up around here? I've seen your mom around town and she's always alone. Don't lie you twerp. It doesn't make you look any better."
"You'll always be a reject kid. I mean, look at you, it looks like you just woke up and walked straight to school."
"No wonder you're so strange. It must be horrible to be the product of an alcoholic bastard and a whore. Is it hard to watch your mother bed different men every night just to pay the rent?"
And that was it. Melenie punched out and knocked the girl down. A wave of blood poured over her lips and down her chin. She covered her stinging lip with her hand as her friend kneeled down beside her, glaring at Melenie.
"You little bitch. You'll pay for this."
"No, I think she just did. Good day." She stormed off down the hall only to walk straight into an administrator.
Hopefully, I'll get another chapter out soonish before holidays. Again, sorry for the wait. Keep reviewing guys!
Later that day she was walking down the hallway on her way to English, a half decent class, when up ahead she spotted the two girls who had written about her the day the trashcan caught on fire. Oh they were going to pay. How they would pay...
Melenie walked up to the chatting girls and stared at them. After a moment they noticed her and turned around.
"What do you want?" Sneered the tallest one.
Melenie was usually very good at comebacks and insults but this time she was rather stumped. She just stood there, her insides churning as if they were scared of what might happen next.
"Cat got your tongue?" The other piped up, just daring Melenie to say something. Under her breath she muttered, 'bitch.'
"What did you say?" Mel snapped out of her stupor. "Speak up. People don't mumble when they talk to me."
"I said 'bitch.' You know, the female version of bastard?"
Mel seethed. Her hands balled into fists by her side.
The other girl spoke, "Isn't there a certain definition for that?" She implied nastily.
"Oh yeah. But I already wrote to you about that." They had almost forgotten Mel was standing there.
"EXACTLY!" Melenie burst. "You bitches wrote that note and you had no right to do it!"
"Oh, but I thought she was the bitch." Again the girls began to speak as if Mel didn't exist. "I mean, she's the one who was born illegitimately. Her mother must be a real slut."
"Shut up! SHUT UP!" Mel's face was bright red and it was all she could do to stop from acting along with her emotions. "My mother is NOT a slut and never was one. And I'm not a bloody bastard child. I have a father who loves me and it's more than any of you airheads could ever understand." In her anger Mel shouted any excuse to get the better of them, even if she knew it wasn't true.
But they didn't stop taunting her.
"Oh, really? One who never shows up around here? I've seen your mom around town and she's always alone. Don't lie you twerp. It doesn't make you look any better."
"You'll always be a reject kid. I mean, look at you, it looks like you just woke up and walked straight to school."
"No wonder you're so strange. It must be horrible to be the product of an alcoholic bastard and a whore. Is it hard to watch your mother bed different men every night just to pay the rent?"
And that was it. Melenie punched out and knocked the girl down. A wave of blood poured over her lips and down her chin. She covered her stinging lip with her hand as her friend kneeled down beside her, glaring at Melenie.
"You little bitch. You'll pay for this."
"No, I think she just did. Good day." She stormed off down the hall only to walk straight into an administrator.
Hopefully, I'll get another chapter out soonish before holidays. Again, sorry for the wait. Keep reviewing guys!
