A/N: Let's just say, it's about to go down . . .

Uprising Battle

Mary was right about the make out rumors that were going around about me. Everywhere I looked it seemed like people were talking about me. At lunch, I swore, I felt the whole cafeteria staring and whispering about me. Finally, I decided to finish my lunch early and make a run for it in the bathroom. That's when I decided to take out my phone and check out my Facebook.

My hands were trembling as I pressed the Facebook app. I had like twenty notifications. One was that I was tagged in John Foreman's photo. Oh crap. John Foreman. I knew that name. I knew it very well. He was the guy I made out with at the party. I had had a small crush on him before the party, but after, I was done with him. I never wanted to see his face again.

The four other notifications were comments on the picture I was tagged in. A knot formed in my stomach as I pressed to see the photo I was tagged in. I almost dropped my phone at the photo came up. It was a picture of John Foreman and me making out on the couch at the party. Tears clustered in my eyes as I remembered it all. He was so sweet to me. His kindness is what eventually led to me admitting I liked him. That's when we starting making out. I was cool, it was just making out right? Wrong! After a few minutes next thing I next, he was trying to unhook my bra. Bastard! He said he wanted to go all the way. I refused, slapped him in the face. He called me a bitch and promised me I pay. But I thought it was an empty threat. Well, apparently, it wasn't

I read the caption that was underneath the photo.

And this is just the beginning ;)

Tears began to surface to my eyes, and I tried to push it back. I couldn't keep them back as I saw the comments under the photo.

Joe Baker: Well played my man ;)

Rose Lyons: Wow . . . . . sad . . . just sad. I mean, how easy do you have to be?

Ryan Taylor: Dude, if you don't want her, can I have her? XD

Jessica Sparks: OMG! IK HER! I NVR KNEW SHE WAS A SLUT!

Fiona Lloyd: Hahaha! Idk wat's more funny: the fact that you got with someone or the fact you got with HER!

Henry Davis: Now tell me, was she cheap? Or did you pay a good price for that? :)

I couldn't take it anymore. I slammed my phone down on the wet bathroom counter. I tried to stifle my sobs, but some escaped. My mascara was running, but I didn't care. Why? Why me? How could this be happening to me? And who took that damn picture?

Ugh! That son of a bitch Patrick probably did. I was snapping photos like crazy on his phone the night of the party, I guess he got a picture of me and John. I banged my fist on the counter, splashing water all over my shirt.

Footsteps began to enter to bathroom. There was the sound of chattering girls, laughing and giggling like they just came from a spa.

I panic. Thinking quickly, I grabbed my bag and phone, and ran to last stall, against the wall. Once I was in, I locked the stall door, and sat on the toilet, hugging my bag and knees to my chest. I was careful not to make a sound.

The girls entered. They all were just talking, all probably huddle up in front of the mirror getting gussy up. Finally, one girl's voice rang through the bathroom that I hear crystal clear.

"So what do you think of the school's new slut?"

I knew that voice. It was none other than the biggest bitch in the world. Ellen Wilson. Ugh, how I despised that girl! She must have really low self-esteem by the way she treats people. Most kids try to turn invisible around her. But she has the eyes of a hawk. If you try to hide, she'll find you one way or another. Please God, please, don't let her find me here while I try to be invisible.

"What new slut?" a girl asked, one of many of Ellen's little helpers. Santa had his, Ellen had hers. They didn't really like her, but joining Ellen was one of the ways to escape being picked by here. There were two other ways. Transfer or death.

Ellen laughed a slutty laugh that was as hollow as a log. "That Indian or Spanish or whatever the hell she is chic, Jani Patel."

I sucked in my breath. Oh my God. No! No! Please don't let this happen.

"Ohhhh," another girl said. "You know, I next behind her in Global. Honestly, I never knew she went that way."

"Oh, she goes a lot of ways," Ellen laughed.

The other girls laughed too. Only one asked why they were actually laughing.

Ellen sighed. "Grow a brain and listen Theresa. In fact not just Theresa, who needs it the most, all of you."

All the girls went silent and listened to Ellen. I tensed at what she was about to say.

"You all might think Jani was some goodie-goodie with a cute face and nice grades right?"

Even though I couldn't see, I could tell the girls all nodded their heads like rag dolls.

Ellen giggled evilly. "Well girls, it's just a cover-up. This girl is a full blown whore! John wasn't her first, he was like number twenty!"

The girls gasped.

"Oh my God!" one screeched.

"That's disgusting," the girl named Theresa said.

All the other girls began to make other remarks like that, but Ellen hushed them.

"Exactly," she said. "Like, Jani pretends to be all innocent and what, but that's just how she lures guys in. Guys like nothing better than a little innocent sweetie to have it with, and she knows. Not only is she easy, she's sneaky."

"The hoe knows," Theresa said.

Ellen laughed. "You know, I just feel sorry for her honestly. I mean, think of when she gets older, and she's slept with every guy in the world, and she's so rotten and used she'll look like silly putty. What'll she do next?"

"Well," a girl chirped. "I'm she there's a handsome woman that'll somehow take her."

As they all laughed cruelly and exchanged more mean jokes about me, I sat there and buried my hands into my hand. My hands were drenched and soon the tips of my hair, which curtained around my face, were wet too. How could they say something so untrue? I just wanted to run out the stall and scream in their faces the truth. But who knows what they'll do? Me crying in front of them all and yelling off of the top of my lungs like a crazy person. Not only would they call me a slut, they call me a crazy. No I couldn't do that. All I could do was sit here, take deep breaths, and wait for them to leave.

They all continued on calling me means and telling fake stories. Some were probably spread through rumors. The others were probably made up right now.

Finally, the girls began to leave, but I saw a pair of feet standing in front of the counter. They turned around and starting walking to the stalls, all the down to the stall I was in. Crap! Not good!

The person didn't do anything. She just stood there. Then she let out a loud laugh. "You're pathetic Jani," Ellen said.

I felt my heart thumping against my chest when she said those words. I closed my eyes, and tried to imagine that I was far from this stop, somewhere like Russia or Sweden. But Ellen's hollow voice brought me right back here.

"I saw you running here Jani," Ellen said, probably smiling. "Like I said before, you're not only easy, you're sneaky, hiding here the whole time. Bitch, I saw you're damn shadow huddled up on the toilet! You really are stupid! You didn't even try to run. Do you think I would've wasted my time saying that about you if weren't?"

I clutched my bag. She did all on purpose. Coming here, telling the lies, calling names. This was evil. Not just regular evil, Satan evil! She had no heart! I wanted to strangle that bitch with her blonde extensions. But I remained on the toilet, still not saying a word.

Ellen lowered herself to ground, and looked under the stall door. When I saw her face my blood turned to ice. Her sea-green eyes starring at me felt like she was starring through my soul. Oh my God, why couldn't she just leave? Now!

She narrowed her eyes at me. "Know this bitch," she hissed at me. "John was mine before you popped his cherry, or sucked it, doesn't matter what I tell people. You took him anyway from, and now you've just begun a dangerous game my little slut."

"I never did any-"

Ellen stopped me. "Doesn't matter what you say, it's what I say. They won't believe a hoe like you. Me however . . ." She smiled a smile, yet vicious smile. That smile meant danger. "Everyone will believe me. Don't even try to fight back, you're already on thin ice."

And with that, she stood up and left, her heels clacking against the bathroom floor. I felt numb. I couldn't feel my body what so ever. I lowered my head low until my chin touched my chest. That's it. It was done. What hope was there for me?

Darren Michael: So Jani, you busy this Saturday? It's okay if you aren't, I understand you're VERY busy. XD

Oliver Pierce: H-O-O-K-U-P-W-I-T-H-M-E!

Maggie Rose: I feel lucky for your brothel. With u, they must be making A LOT of money.

Eddie Santos: Girl, you're so dirty, Africans are light compared to you!

Grace Conway: I always wondered what was that bad smell you had. Now I know wat it is! It's the smell of a whore!

Donald Ripper: Jani Patel *gets on one knee* will you . . . . . . be my slut? *opens ring box with a condom in it* Don't worry sweetie, I like all my girls this way ;)

I slammed my laptop closed. I couldn't take reading anymore of these horrible posts on my wall. They've been piling up since I got home from school. Oh my God it's just awful. The things they say break my heart with each word they say.I never knew, in all my years of living, what kids could cause so much pain.

I sank down in my bed, burying my face in my pillow. It was forty-five minutes until the set. About an hour ago I told my mom that I had an important test tomorrow and I wanted to get a good night's rest. She sent me off to bed with not much as a good night's kiss. If guess I would have to wait until I get again until I could get some love again.

Stuffing the pillows under my blanket, I heard my computer ding. New notifications. More slut-posts on my wall. That's it, I can't take it anymore!

Thirty minutes till the sun sets. I quickly typed up a post on my wall.

I NVR SLEPT WITH ANYONE! IT'S ALL LIES! Y DO YOU PPL BELIEVE EVERYTHING YOU HEAR?

I knew it wouldn't help. Immediately comments began popping up, saying stuff like lying whore, and go to hell.

My spirit was crushed. Crushed and dusted into the wind. I had to chance now. It was me, against them.

When I transformed and began my journey to the clans, something in my heart lifted up. The clans. They didn't know of my personal life. They didn't know anything. I was simply an ordinary cat trying to make it in their world. They were my escape! Now I was running to the clans. I suddenly couldn't wait to see their faces, because I knew, there was nothing in the clans that could hurt me.

A/N: First off, I would like to apologize for this chapter being a little too PG-13, but soon you will see how this chapter begins to have a BIG impact on Jani. Second, I promise you all, you will be seeing more of Jani being in the clans than in her human life. Please review, and I will post the next chapter soon! :)