But, after the third day, I considered whether or not I should tell someone about this. That night, I went home, and JJ looked at me with widened eyes.
“You look terrible!” she said.
“Yeah, it’s been a rough week,” I told her
“You really should tell someone about this,” she pointed out.
Who could I tell though? I mean, I was dealing with something new every day. Whether it was a spider put in my locker, or even stepping in dog shit that was put in the courtyard, I was dealing with all of this.
“I don’t know what to do honestly,” I said.
“You should let your dad know.”
Easier said than done of course. I mean, I thought about telling my dad. I stepped right near his office today, looking at the sign and thinking about telling him anything.
“I’m not sure if I should do that. I went to his office today but…I don’t want to snitch,” told JJ. I mean, they already thought I did, but I couldn’t just actually do that. but JJ looked at me with concern in her eyes.
“Why not?”
“Because, if I tell my dad about this, it’ll only get worse. He’s going to try to punish them, and then, I’m completely fucked. I’m going to have to just…take it day by day. I hate that I have to do this JJ, but I’ve got to. I can’t fight them,” I told JJ.
“True. I know how they are. These guys get away with a lot of shit,” she said.
“You’re telling me. I’ve heard the rumors about them. About how they could get away with murder. I mean, in a sense they kind of did with the girl,” I told her.
“Yeah, that’s really what it is. But it sounds like you aren’t taking it very well,” she said.
“It is what it is. It’s not like I can do a lot about it,” I said.
“If you ever need support you can let me know. I’ll try to help as much as I can,” JJ said.
“Thanks, but don’t get too involved. This is all new to me.”
I’ve never been at the receiving end of bullying until now, and I felt powerless. I could feel my resolve shaking. But, what sucks about it is I couldn’t do a dan thing about it. If I fight it, I’ll get hurt, but if I don’t, I’ll get hurt too.
This all hurt my head.
“I’m going to finish my homework and try to sleep,” I told JJ.
“Are you sure? I mean, if you want to talk—”
“Nah JJ. I suggest you stay away from me. I don’t want to see you hurt either,” I said.
I liked JJ, even though she was a little naïve. She nodded, smiling at me.
“Well, I’m here if you want to talk,” she offered.
“Thanks. Right now, I just need a bit of time,” I told her.
I went to my room, closing the door, sitting in my bed and holding my hands. Here the fuck was my mom? I tried to call her again and again, but the number went straight to voicemail. How come she always was unable to take my calls whenever I actually needed her help, but the police can easily call her to tell her that I was taking a joyride? It pissed me off, but as I laid there, I couldn’t really figure out what else to do.
I didn’t belong here. I felt like I was the odd woman out in this school, and ii wasn’t a fan of being harassed like this. I feel like I was just their scapegoat because of my dad’s actions, which pissed me the fuck off.
“Goddammit mom, where are you?” I asked myself.
I knew that I couldn’t fight this. These guys were too powerful, and I know they could get away with anything, probably even actual murder. But now…right now the only thing I could do was stay silent. Although it may hurt me in the future, I needed to shut the hell up, and see what I could do about any of this.
Chapter 5
Today only got worse.
I walked to my locker, opening up the door and putting my books in, when suddenly, something hit me in the face as I opened my locker. I looked up, and I noticed it was a greenish-yellow color. I peeled it off my face, cringing at the smell of this. It was awful, and I could practically smell the scent becoming more and more pungent in my locker.
“What the—”
“Hey look, it’s the little piggy. Bet you like that cheese,” one of the girls said.
I looked over, realizing it was one of Tabitha’s goons. So not only was I getting harassed by Phoenix and Luca, I also had her to deal with. I took the cheese, putting it in the trashcan nearby. It was terrible, and the smell of this made me cringe.
They laughed at me, and I wanted to say something, but I stepped back. if I did anything more right now, I would only get harassed further.
But that was only the beginning. I thought I could forget the smell of dairy, but when I got to fourth period, one of the girls next to me pushed right into me, spilling milk on my pants once again.
“Whoops, I’m SO SORRY,” she said, spitting in my face as she walked away.
It wasn’t just ordinary milk like last time though. When I looked down, I saw chunks.
It was rotten milk.
The smell of it was pungent, and I quickly covered my nose. I tried to get it off, but it only made my pants smell just like milk, along with my hands. I needed to do something about this.
I looked about, trying to figure out what the hell I was going to do. I then saw the bathroom, running over there trying to run my pants and hands under water and clean them.
After about ten minutes, I
