I didn’t notice the freak standing by my locker, because I was busy watching out for legs that had been stuck out to trip me up. I knew I wasn’t popular, but I really wish they’d just leave me alone. So when I finally reached my locker, I dropped my bags as he pointed one pale, white finger at my forehead.
“What the fuck happened to her?” asked one gruff voice I didn’t recognise as my ears stopped ringing and head stopped spinning. It stopped spinning, but didn’t stop throbbing. I knew from experience that I’d need a solid 12 hours sleep and three strong painkillers to reveal myself of the pain.
“I don’t know!” squeaked another, as I felt freezing hands touch my bare arms. They let go the second I blinked my eyes open.
“OH MY GOD! She’s one of them!” screamed a high pitched voice, and I heard, felt and saw hundreds of kids try and get away from me. Like I was a plague. They all just.... ran.
It hurt even more whenever they did this. When they all just ran. It was like they were rubbing it in. That they had friends to run off with. I tried to shrug it off, and attempted to stand up, staggering widely as I failed, just avoiding hitting my head on an open locker. I cursed under my breath, and walked out of the building.
My mind was still swimming. Why had they ran? And why couldn’t I remember anything? How had I fallen over? Had someone tripped me up again? Felt like it.
I crossed the parking lot, and swore again, loudly. I’d missed the bus. This meant I’d have to walk the whole way home. And that wasn’t an option. The step-loser wouldn’t come and get me, and mum would say God had willed me to forget the bus because of something I’d done! As if! If there was a God, life would be fair!
I began the long trek home. More than a mile, with this head. It never was going to be a good day. Especially with the sun blinding me and baking my head. Not that I’d tan. I don’t tan. I’m naturally pale. Forever. Just like I’d be alone. Forever.