I was called that for remainder of my high school life, that is until it evolved into four eyed dyke or something of the sort. They always kept changing it putting in the gay factor each time.

Chapter 7 (part b)

I must admit though, freshmen year wasn’t all a bust. There was the day that I found out that Ashley Davies had a heart. I had already gotten over the “bitch” factor though and was moving on. I was already depressed after the first day because even then, I already knew that I was going to be a loner for the rest of my high school life. But I couldn’t help but cheer up a bit each night after seeing my dream girl. She was always there to make me feel better and it made the disappointment easier to bear. I was actually, slightly, in denial, telling myself that Ashley was just a look alike or that she had some identical twin sister that she was split up with from birth, who had the total opposite personality of her, caring and loving.

Yet that day changed my opinion entirely. It was about half way through the first semester and I was already filling in my routine as a loner.

————————————————-Flashback———————————————-

‘Ugh’ what a terrible day. People have been picking on me all day like they usually do, but this time they thought it would be funny to pull off some physical pranks, including dump a bucket full of water on me, my only salvation is that it missed. But here I am walking to my lunch spot with a large orange stain on my shirt, from when someone “accidentally” spilled pop on me. I mean, seriously, even I think that’s lame.

What’s even worse is that I found out the damn thing was recorded and sent to everyone’s cell phone, including mine. I’m about to walk to my usual tree when all of a sudden I’m wet. I squeal out at the sudden water and turn to see the sprinklers on near my tree. ‘Dammit!’ Great! Now I can’t even go to my tree anymore and have a quiet lunch. I sigh hopelessly and start to walk around looking for somewhere else to eat. I thank god that my food wasn’t soaked and instead only the bottom on my jeans.