Ethelinda walked into her home room, and saw a furious teacher. SHIT! She forgot detention. "Okay gypsy girl, you think you can do whatever you want... Three weeks of detention. Maybe that will teach you some respect. I say detention, you show up. Got it you little brat?"
"Sure thing Captain Kirk. Oh wait, Kirk isn't a complete ass!"
He screamed. "Six weeks of detention. Now sit in your shit stained seat and shut your mouth."
She sat in her seat and took out her lap top. She opened her diary file and started a document for today's date.
Diary, September 8th, 8:14 am, 2016... Dear diary, in some ways, I wish you could talk to me, tell me everything was okay. Because you're the only one who truely sees all. You see every torturing moment, every cruel smile, every tear that falls from my eyes. You see it all.
She walked into the girls locker room for first period. She sighed as she saw Britney. She walked over to a locker and opened it. She pulled her red sun dress off over her head, revealing the burn on her chest and her flat stomach. Britney and her friends laughed, pointing at her, calling her ugly, making fun of the burn, and the birth mark on her thigh that looks like a maple leaf. She rolled her eyes and pulled her grey shorts on over her lace panties and her white tank top on over her matching lace bra.
"Why bother wearing lace, it just looks ugly on you anyway." The girls all laugh, and she just shuts and locked the locker with a combination lock.
She stood in the line staring at the teacher. She was a blond woman that was sickly skinny. She was wearing shorts and she had varicose veins on her legs. "Five laps everyone, no walking, no speed walking, no jogging, running, I want running!"
"Miss Tanner, I have asthma."
"Right, and I'm a millionaire. Nice to meet you, now run!"
She started running, and only made it two and a half laps before she was gasping for breath. She stood, bent over, her hands on her knees, trying to breath.
"I told you to run!"
"Need... My... Enhailer..." She gasped and started to run towards the locker room. She tried but failed to open it three times, then finally opened it. She was coughing and wheezing, the room was spinning around. She took too many puffs to count and was still short of breath. She sat on the bench, breathing deep, trying to get better.
The bell rang, and she walked past the teacher who gave her dirty looks for not finishing laps. She walked to math for second period. She sat in a front desk.
"Alright class, little warm up, one hundred devided by two, pluses seventy?"
"One hundred, twenty."
"That's not correct."
"Yes it is."
"No."
"Yes... It is."
"One hundred twenty Mrs. Briggs."
"That's right Britney."
Right, cause that's not what I just fucking said or anything!
She walked into the lunch room later that day, and grabbed something cold to eat, salad, it wouldn't burn her if it got thrown on her. She walked to probably five tables, and no one would let her sit with them. Finally she just threw her food in the trash and walked into the hall. She saw a janitors closet to the left, she looked to her left, her right. There was no one around. She quickly got in the closet and stood, back against the wall. She lowered herself to the floor. She buried her face in her knees and cried. She cried and cried and cried until her cheeks were raw from the tears and the wiping.
The bell rang and she walked out of the closet. Britney was standing there, staring at her. Then laughing. "What, did you think it was the bathroom or something? You're so stupid!" Her and her football boyfriend laughed.
"Oh, no, there was a puddle in the bathroom, and I didn't want anyone to slip, so I was looking for a mop..." She quickly grabbed the mop and forced a smile. "See, mop..."
"Oh, honey, she knows what a mop is..." They laughed.
Just then Mr. Thompson walked over. "Britney, Jackson... Get to class." The two walked away and Ethelinda put the mop down. She tried to walk away, but Mr. Thompson stopped her. "Ethelinda, what were you really doing in the closet?"
"I... I was crying." She looked shamefully down at the floor.
"Ethelinda, I will talk to their parents..."
She looked up. "You can't possibly talk to the whole schools parents. Even the teachers are rude to me. You're the only one who doesn't either ignore me or give me detention or give me dirty looks for needing my enhailer during laps. Thank you, but I have to get to science class." She walked off towards room three seventy-seven.
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