• I came to live with my relatives after the car accident. My mother was killed and my father had so much damage that he would never be capable to take care of me.
    My aunt and uncle and cousins Lucille and Isabella live in a small nobody-of-a-town in Wisconsin. Lucille (Lucy) and Isabella (Isa) are in the same grade as me, but they have the brains of six-year-olds who have watched Spongebob for twenty-four hours straight. Aunt Gracie and Uncle Carl think they're the brightest girls ever to walk the face of the earth, but they're the stupidest, most helpless, sluttiest, and most popular girls in my new high school.

    "Mitchelle Watson", cawed our bird-like geometry teacher. Her flabby skin on her chin wobbled like a turkey gobble and her glasses rested on her beak-like nose.

    The class chuckled under their breath as I walked to the front of the class. Never had I wanted to die so much in my life. Only my second day at Carmen Gates High and I'm already being asked to answer a question on the chalkboard. What next?

    Ms. Larkin handed me the piece of chalk. I stood up in front of the board and began solving the equation. The class stopped giggling. I may be new, but I wasn't stupid. They might be able to make fun of my hair, my body, anything, but I wouldn't get a chance for them to tear me down here. This was my area of expertise, and they'd have to endure it.

    "Congratulations, Miss Watson", Ms. Larkin said, retrieving the chalk from my shaking hand. "Finally someone here with a decent size brain", she added under her breath. I quickly shuffled back to my desk in the far left corner of the classroom. A boy with black spikey hair stuck his leg out into the aisle to trip me, but I stepped over him.

    I was always smart, no doubt about that. But I don't think I was ever pretty. Not like Lucy or Isa. I had a heart-shaped face, which made my chin really pointy. My straight brown hair never let me do anything with it except sit on my shoulders, and no one ever looked at me long enough to see my light green eyes - which were probably my best feature. Lucy and Isa both had curly strawberry blond hair and bright blue eyes that were always rimmed with layers of eyeliner. They got their eyebrows done every other day, and got their nails done in between. Their ovular faces weren't a joke to laugh at, and no one ever laughed.

    ..........

    "Mitchie, good job in geometry today. Since Ms. Larkin killed her last pet, I guess she'd be thrilled to have you, now", said Lucy as they strutted past me, arm in arm.

    "Jump off a cliff", I said under my breath, but, of course, they didn't hear me. They were already flirting with a herd of guys lounging under a tree. Thank God the campus provided tons of places to hide.

    "Oh my God! You're Mitchelle Watson! Your mom died, didn't she? In a really bad car accident! And your dad is permanantly retarded from like now on, right? That sucks. Just forget about it. That's what I do, except my parents aren't dead", said a snobby girl with long black hair and bangs. She walked away with her group of friends, her uniform skirt was way to short and the buttons on her blouse looked like they were about to pop.

    "Good one, Nicole", said one of her friends, high-fiving her in the distance.

    The clock tower read 11:45. Lunch time was going to be disastrous. No doubt Lucy and Isa and maybe their slutty friends were going to take every opportunity to give me hell. I walked towards the dining hall, watching my feet, ignoring all the insults people shouted out at me.

    ..........

    "Mitchie, come on! Come sit with us! We saved you a seat!" called Isa from her and Lucy's table. All their friends smiled welcomingly, but I knew it was just a mask. As soon as I sat down with them they would waste no time in tearring me to shreds and feeding me to starving lion cubs from Africa. But since it was either starving lions or the most secluded stall in the women's restroom, I chose the lions.

    "We were so worried that people were being mean to you, Mitchie", said Lucy, tucking my hair behind my ear. "Your eyes are so pretty, Mitchie. You should flaunt it more". All their minion friends started nodding their heads and saying, "yeah... so pretty..."

    I tried not to show how pleased I was. But I couldn't. And, I thought, it was probably better to keep on their good side.

    "Thanks, Lucy. No one's ever said that to me before", I responded, smiling.

    "Well, you goofnugget, of course NOT!" Isa said, flicking my nose innocently. "I mean, there isn't much else to compliment you on, no offense, Mitchie". Her friends started echoing her saying, "yeah... you're right... no offense..."

    I smiled nervously and spooned some applesauce in my mouth.

    "Ew, Mitchie! You do know that the lunch ladies just take all the left-overs from the pig disections in the spring and turn in into that, right?"

    My stomach started churning. Please don't throw up. Please please, no. I swallowed.

    "You're right. You can never trust lunch ladies".

    "You know who else you can't trust?" said a deep voice from behind me. I swung around to face a giant guy who had to be at least two years older than us. He grabbed me around the waist and swung me upside down and began carrying me by my ankles somewhere. I screamed and kicked. My skirt fell down, revealing my underwear. The entire lunchroom errupted in hysterical laughter.

    "Garbage! Garbage! Garbage! Garbage!" the school chanted. My direction turned to face a giant dumpster full of old applesauce and sandwiches.

    "STOP! PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW! PUT ME DOWN IMMEDIATELY!" I screamed as loud as I could. We reached our destination and with one simple movement, I tumbled into the trash. The school whistled and hooted approval. I didn't even come up. I just hid in the trash. Avoiding the humiliation.

    "What's going on in here?!" screamed a harsh voice. Oh no. Not the principle. My life has already been humiliated beyond humiliation. Not school staff interference. Now not only will all the students be talking about me, but the teachers will, too. I felt like crawling under a rock and never coming out.

    "Alright this has gone too far!" she said, and I must have passed out from embarrassment.