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I walked into the building and made my way to my locker. I put in my combination after failing several attempts. Some jock slammed my locker door shut and I flinched. “What's up Ellie Too Tall? Too tall to get to your locker?” Said the jock in a smirky voice, probably trying to impress his friends. I sighed and put in my combination once again as the jock and his friends walked away laughing at me. Don't cry I told myself again. I refuse to let those dumb jocks get the satisfaction of making my everyday life miserable. I repeated those words in my head all the way to my next class, not making eye contact to anyone as I went passed all the giggling girls and the teasing jokes they made. I reached my next class and walked through the door. Nobody was there yet, including the teacher because this is the time in the middle of classes your suppose to socialize with your friends. If you had some, of course. I took my seat and got my book out and started to read. “Here before the teacher again, Ellie?” Some girl that teases me daily asked. I sunk further into my book and tried imagining my life fifteen years from now. I'll be out of this stupid school, with these stupid people. I'll have my life together and maybe have a husband if someone can see past my pale skin and plain green eyes. I could maybe even have a family. Although its unlikely. I snapped back to reality as the rest of the class started to pile in. I was grateful my seat was located in the back corner of the class, away from most of these people. I know its a harsh thing to think, but what else am i suppose to say about them? I've been bullied by most of them since kindergarten for childish reasons. Not that anything has changed. I go along with the rest of the day, sticking to the mental schedule I made while waiting for the bus. Then finally, lunch time came. I hated lunch more than I hated waiting for the bus. More than I hated riding the bus. More than I hated walking the halls. More than I hated being in class. Theres many reasons why I hate lunch. First, I have to wait in the stupid long line for lunch. Then I have to avoid looking at people while I find a place to sit. But I think that the worst part is when I sit down next to someone or at someones table and they move away or look at me like a disease. Its just another reminder that I am a loner. And I always will be. It just hurts. Knowing that you're never going to be good enough for anyone. No matter how hard you try, you'll always be the disease nobody wants to catch. I got my lunch and found a spot and kept thinking and thinking and thinking and I couldn't stop hurting myself.
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