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This is the second chapter. I hope you all liked the first one!

And I screamed. Actaully, that's an understatement. I flipped. I could see Kyla trying not to laugh, which didn't improve the situation. Over at the sink, Melinda was fumbling for some paper towels. The once soft sweater felt slimy against my cold skin, and I began to cry. Our science teacher was at the bathroom, so her would have no idea what Julie and Penny did. I cried and cried, hot tears pouring down my skin. It wasn't that the top was ruined, I could buy another one for five bucks. It was what it stood for. Until now, I had been able to geek out in peace with Melinda and Jimmy, (more on him later) and surprisingly, I had suffered from little pranks. Sure, there was the teasing. That would always be there. But nothing permanent. I felt like a war general. I couldn't fight back, or I would have a whole clique on my hands. Was this the start of a war? I hoped not. My only troops would be maybe Kyla, Melinda, and Jimmy. Melinda was by my side now, forcing a Kleenex box into my hands. She then tried to mop up the ink. And then, the drops that had splatter vanished just as the teacher walked in. My clothes look normal, except soggy. It was invisible ink, a clever way to get them out of trouble.

"Mr. and Miss Block! Back to your seats. Miss Enstaey, what is so sad? Did your mum die?" The teacher yelled. Now would be a good time to explain.
Jimmy is Melinda's younger brother, (he was moved up a grade) and actaully pretty cute. He's taller then all of us, even Kyla, who stands proud at five foot six. Which is kind of funny, because at four foot five, Melinda's the tiniest girl in our grade. I drew a rose on my notebook. I didn't know what it stood for. But I liked the way it looked, elegant and fancy among silly doodles. I looked up at the back of Cara Johnson's head. It was better then looking at Penny an
Julia, or still giggling into the back of her palm Kyla. So I took the box of Chicklets, and attached it to a note that said:

M�"I hate Julie and Penny. Just because they're popular doesn't mean they should, be able to stomp all over us. My sweater is damp and uncomfortable, but it just make's me even more mad at them. I wish I were popular. Just because if I were, no one would throw ink at me, or spread rumors. �"A
I threw the note, expecting it to fall on Melina's lap. It didn't. Skittering across the shiny floor, it landing underneath Penny Welsh's Coach ballet flat. Melinda was looking at the teacher, oblivious. My best bet was to grab it with my sneaker. Sliding a red Converse All-Star high top into the aisle, I realized in dismay that I was too late. My note, which was only meant for Melinda only, was sitting smack dab in the middle of Julie Dunlap's palm. She giggled, unfolding it. She popped a Chiclet into her mouth, and began to whisper read the note.

"'M'. I hate Julie and Penny. Just because they're popular doesn't mean they should be able to stomp all over us. I'm a dummy who can't keep her ugly nose out of things..." Julie was making stuff up now, but the whole class was still laughing like hyenas. I swallowing a wail. Why was, all of a sudden, I wa she target? Had Julie and Penny gotten bored with their usaul victims? Was I their new prey? My brain was confused. Why was life so hard? Then, I knew what to do. Without even grabbing a hall pass, I ran out of the room. I was beginning to cry for the second time that day, and I couldn't stop running until I reached the courtyard. Raindrops were beginning to fall, but I didn't care. I wasn't a religious person, but it was like all the way up in heaven, God was crying. Just
like me. And as thunder roared and lightning illuminated the playground, we both sobbed. Because life was so, so, so unfair.

I was soaking, water running down my arms and legs. And then, I stood up slowly, I began to laugh. I laughing at Julie, and Penny, and Kristy, and Kyla, and the whole world. It was just, all of a sudden, pure humor. I laughed and cried, dancing in the rain. And up in heaven, I was sure God was dancing and laughing and wailing too. I was a preformer, twirling around the courtyard, screaming with joy. I was elated, and devastated, and confused, and lonely, and free all at the same time. I let I hair down, and it fell in wet clumps. I took off my sweater, (I had a tank top underneath), letting the water comfort me. I didn't know how I felt. The only thing I knew was that I was the leader out here in the storm. I wasn't nerd. I was a beautiful queen. And I danced, and jumped, and ran. Out here, for once, I felt at peace.