words do hurt
Chapter 10
"Christina,
why are you 15 minutes late? And it shows on my computer that
you've been absent in the last two classes too." the
teacher, Mr. Dawson, asked with curiosity.
Mr. Dawson was my favorite teacher; he joked around with me, and
I guess I could call him my friend.
His class was the only one I was going to today, since I wanted
to go to it, even if it had my mortal enemy in it; she didn't
ruin my good time there.
"I didn't get enough sleep last night." I mumbled,
with my eyes puffy and red from crying.
"Alright, take a seat, and don't be tardy again."
he said, getting the hint that I didn't want to be humiliated
in front of the class.
"Does she do drugs or something?" I heard a girl
whisper to another girl, as she just looked at me strangely like
I was some freak.
Some people wouldn't argue with that statement.
"Her eyes are so red! I wonder what happened."
"She does, I saw her in the corner of the bathroom last
period. Poor thing." Tiffany snickered, for the whole entire
class to hear.
"Is that true?" Mr. Dawson said in shock, turning
immediately towards me.
"No! Why would I do that?!" I screeched, my cheeks
burning red with intensity once again.
"I'm not lying! I would never!" Tiffany shot
back.
"She just wants to make my life terrible just because she is
pathetic and just wants to feed off from people's
misery!" I snarled.
"THAT'S ENOUGH." Mr. Dawson boomed. "I want
you to go to the principal's office immediately."
"Ha, serves her right." Tiffany commented.
"Hush or detention." he warned, glaring at her, while
she just shrugged it off.
"Why am I being blamed for absolutely no reason?" I
cried out.
"Because you suck." Tiffany muttered, while some people
laughed.
"Tiffany." Mr. Dawson said lowly.
"What did I do to deserve this?! I hate you, and I
hope you all rot in fire." I screamed loudly before
storming out of the room.
I can't believe Mr. Dawson would just force me to go to the
principal's office like that.
I thought he actually cared about me, but he's going with
Tiffany?
As I ran out of there, I bumped into someone.
"Sorry." I muttered, getting up and putting my backpack
over my shoulder.
"Oh it's fine. It's my fault for being so
clumsy!"
My eyes twitched at the sound of that familiar voice.
"Maria." I breathed hastily.
She then looked up at me, quite in shock indeed.
"Christina, what in Earth happened to you? Your eyes are all
red, and you just look so angry." she said, her eyes full of
concern.
"Why don't you ask Tiffany that?" I fired,
obviously not in the mood.
"I'm asking you, because I
care."
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41 faves · 3 comments · Jan 30, 2013 6:38pm
art of hatred*
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1 decade ago
Tiffany is me of.
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Bubblezzz
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1 decade ago
Tiffany is really me off. -.-
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kelly* · 1 decade ago
she cares. she cares! :@
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