My life is like a piece of paper. It used to be smooth and straight. But then, it got crumpled into a messy ball. There are ridges. There are cracks. And once its like that, it can never be perfect again.
I hate how judgmental this world is. Everything is based off of first looks and first impressions. There's no chance for second chances. If I could change the world, I would in a heartbeat.
"Cassie, have a nice day at school!" my mother calls after me as I exit out of my house through the front door. I'm officially a freshman. Those eighth grade days are long behind me, and I can start new. People here don't remember me. They don't know who I am, or at least, I hope.
My long blond strands of hair brush against my skin and I finger the bottom edge of the bright, floral dress I bought. No longer will I be the girl that everyone judges on looks. On rumors. On things that are untrue, but everyone believes them because of how I look. I will be Cassie Reynolds, the girl that all the boys die for. The girl that is nice and pleasant, and minds her own business. Pretty Cassie Reynolds.
The big yellow monstrosity of a bus pulls up in front of my house, kicking up dust. It doesn't bother me though, because everything in Brookfield is either dusty, crumbling, or overgrown. The doors swing open and I hop up the stairs, brushing my hair over my shoulder.
The shrieks of girls gigging and boys yelling and joking around with each other are loud and drown out the country music playing from the radio. People are jumping, people are switching seats, and people are glimpsing, looking, glaring.
I ignore the stares and glide down the aisle into an empty seat near the back. Before I'm even sitting for ten seconds, Tommy Briden's baseball hat covered head is popped over the seat and he's looking at me with the same sleazy smile from last year. Big headphones are wrapped around his neck and some guitar solo is coming out of them faintly.
"Hey you," he says, breathing in my face. The griminess of the smell sends shivers down my spine and I ignore him. I can tell that it made him mad because he leans in closer and grabs a piece of my hair, tugging on it. "Come on, sweet cheeks."
"Let go of my hair, Tommy," I snap. He leans in even closer and whispers in my ear with his hot, slimy breath.
"Calm down, cock tease."
I turn around and glare at him, and he jumps back with his hands in the air, laughing. The other boys have started to notice and they laugh too.
I hate how judgmental this world is. Everything is based off of first looks and first impressions. There's no chance for second chances. If I could change the world, I would in a heartbeat.
"Cassie, have a nice day at school!" my mother calls after me as I exit out of my house through the front door. I'm officially a freshman. Those eighth grade days are long behind me, and I can start new. People here don't remember me. They don't know who I am, or at least, I hope.
My long blond strands of hair brush against my skin and I finger the bottom edge of the bright, floral dress I bought. No longer will I be the girl that everyone judges on looks. On rumors. On things that are untrue, but everyone believes them because of how I look. I will be Cassie Reynolds, the girl that all the boys die for. The girl that is nice and pleasant, and minds her own business. Pretty Cassie Reynolds.
The big yellow monstrosity of a bus pulls up in front of my house, kicking up dust. It doesn't bother me though, because everything in Brookfield is either dusty, crumbling, or overgrown. The doors swing open and I hop up the stairs, brushing my hair over my shoulder.
The shrieks of girls gigging and boys yelling and joking around with each other are loud and drown out the country music playing from the radio. People are jumping, people are switching seats, and people are glimpsing, looking, glaring.
I ignore the stares and glide down the aisle into an empty seat near the back. Before I'm even sitting for ten seconds, Tommy Briden's baseball hat covered head is popped over the seat and he's looking at me with the same sleazy smile from last year. Big headphones are wrapped around his neck and some guitar solo is coming out of them faintly.
"Hey you," he says, breathing in my face. The griminess of the smell sends shivers down my spine and I ignore him. I can tell that it made him mad because he leans in closer and grabs a piece of my hair, tugging on it. "Come on, sweet cheeks."
"Let go of my hair, Tommy," I snap. He leans in even closer and whispers in my ear with his hot, slimy breath.
"Calm down, cock tease."
I turn around and glare at him, and he jumps back with his hands in the air, laughing. The other boys have started to notice and they laugh too.
