Making my way into the restrooms, I checked my uniform. It was wrinkled and had crumbs on it from last night. Yes, I slept in it because I went to Minseok's completely unprepared for a sleepover. While the uniform was an easy fix, my hair was looking like a birds nest. Pulling a brush from my bag, I begin to work out the tangled knots. I should have done this before leaving to get my diary this morning. Oh well, at least I have the restroom to myself to deal with it before others can see.
It's amazing how simple thoughts are easily turned into a challenge by life. As if on cue, the door swung open and a quartet of popular girls strolled in. No, that's a lie. It's a quartet of backup girls who follow the popular kids around, waiting for the opportunity to brown nose. Again, this is nothing I would ever say aloud, even if I wasn't a mess when it came to talking to people outside my social circle.
"Hey there chunk, working out your rats nest?" the four laughed, I'm not sure what was funny about the comment. One thing is for sure though, when one starts, the rest feel the need to chime in.
"You don't have any animals in there, do you?" this one cautiously peered into the knotted up mess of my hair, feigning timidity.
"It wouldn't surprise me. She looks like she crawled out of a dumpster this morning." Yes, please, I enjoy this ego boost. Please, feed me more to crush my already non-existent confidence. The best route, so I've found, is to not respond. They either get bored and leave or they start hitting. Usually it's the first because they don't want to ruin their manicured nails.
"Oh, what's this?" my eyes quickly glance to see behind me. It wasn't a sight I was ready for, "Tubby has a diary? Can I read it?"
Turning quickly, I reached for it, panic evident in my eyes. My words, they fail me again as I trip over myself, "G-give it b-b-ba-ack."
Of course, they slap my hand away, three cornering me against the sink while the remaining messes with the lock. Each move I made only prompted the girls to taunt me, pushing me any time I tried to move toward the girl behind them. She tugged on the lock, beat it against the wall, even threw it to the ground and stomped on it. Normally I wouldn't be tearing up over a notebook being abused after one of these girls stole it, but this was my diary.
"Aha! There we go," she had finally managed to break the tiny feeble lock. It was actually surprising how long it took her to open it considering even a child could easily break it, "Let's see what our fat friend here likes to write about."
"N-no!" Once again, the girls before me pushed me back against the sink, one of them holding a pen out, threatening to stab me if I tried to break free again before they let me go.
"You really are boring, aren't you?" she scanned the pages, a bored expression covering her face. Hopefully she would stop before–, "What's this now? How disgusting!"
The other girls turned, rushing to hover around as the read, open jawed. I knew exactly what they were reading, and I couldn't be more devastated. They were definitely going to leak this, and I would be the laughing stock of the school for day, if not weeks. They kept glancing between the diary and me, their judgmental eyes boring into me with each pass.
"I can't believe fatty has a crush on–," she was cut off as the bell rang, indicating the start of the day. Prompted by the opening as the girls blankly looked up to the ceiling, I snatched my diary and fled from the restrooms, quickly weaving through the hallway to class. I wonder how long it would take them to start spreading the good word.