Chapter 5

Michelle

I hate walking into the classroom every morning. I’m the quiet girl, and when that door opens, I got all eyes on me.

The spotlight makes it harder to breathe. It’s making my skin crawl.

My heart beats faster, and even though there isn’t straight-up laughter or name-calling like in high school, the silence speaks louder than volumes.

I hate not having any friends.

I hate not having any new clothes.

I hate not being normal.

I hate not being… Happy.

I’m lonely, and it makes me feel vulnerable. Thomas definitely used that to his advantage when he…

When he…

Raped me.

Tears prickle behind my eyes.

I think I’m suffering from PTSD. Sometimes I experience flashes of Thomas’s face and how he pushed me against that wall at the party. It makes me want to scream.

But I refuse to cry.

Don’t ever look back. I keep my eyes down not to meet any of the sneers in the classroom.

Stay strong.

Breathe.

Sadly, I can’t ignore the whispers. The popular girls are already at it, talking about me while throwing me dirty stares.

“Oh, look, it’s the ugly duckling.”

I’m the ugly duckling.

“Does she ever change her clothes?”

No, I have no money or parents to pay for new ones.

“Aren’t her parents like… Alcoholists?”

They are.

“I heard they threw her out.”

I left.

“She lives in an apartment together with Ciara and Zendra.”

Because I can’t pay an entire rent on my own.

“It must be hard for them to live with a weirdo. Michelle rarely speaks, and when she does… It’s like a stammer.”

been stammering ever

It sucks.

laptop to my chest and try to walk quickly. I sit down in the back of the

girls pouts my way and whisper, “I actually feel bad for the ugly little duckling, though. She is so weird and awkward that no

but I try to keep

“Did you sleep well?”

seeps into my

here? He pulls out the chair next

why Maddox is sitting with me. We are project partners, but this is our history class—not the communication for which the presentation is

Maddox cracks his shoulders. “I slept like

glance at Maddox and… What the hell? Those

almost blurt

I hope they are. Wait.

Probably.

they were so mean to me, and

breathes a laugh. “Ah, great, you’re having those conversations with yourself inside

you’re cool with taking notes

Wait.

What?

give me what must be his attempt at a

Or a hyena…

urge to roll my eyes. “So that’s why you’re sitting with

table to rest on them. “I woke up at five to run to

“N-not my problem…”

his eyes. “Did you… Did you

is pounding, yet I manage a shrug. “You’re angry at me when

quickly recovers. “Well, you’re a nerd, aren’t you? I bet you have top grades

I-I do have top grades…” I

that I’m a

blame me for

me build a brighter future. Since most of my life has

“Your written notes will be way better than

I feel like

his lips form a smile.

up again. I should fear Maddox. He is a

flutters seeing

wrong

mumbles. “Poke me if

“You would bite my head off if I tried

“I don’t bite.”

talking loudly in his microphone, yet I whisper-yell

a lie, and

you going to shut up at some

point made! You’re an

Wow.

I just

a tiny thing

bewildered. “Did you just call me an

Oh, shit!

angry

not continue this conversation with Maddox

fast already; I don’t

But…

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