Chapter Two

It’s been a week since that game. Maybe more. I haven’t been keeping track, really. Basically, we lost the tournament thanks to Emily. It was the last point of the second game. We lost the first. It was our last hope, and Emily missed a tip. I was and still am pissed. Winning a volleyball for the most points won didn’t help.

 

Now, it’s Wednesday. I hate Wednesdays. They suck. Especially at gym. Emily and Amy attacked me in the locker room again. Not literally, but verbally. They claim I look for arguments. Shows how smart the “popular” betches are. After that, Anna asked me if I was okay, so I nodded, not wanting to show how much I wanted to kill them. Theresa was sympathetic, but she also yelled at them to stop arguing. Like they’ll ever listen.

 

After school, I walk straight past them. I don’t want to talk to either of them. They don’t deserve my friendship, popularity, anything. I don’t really care about the popularity thing, but betches don’t deserve to be popular. No matter how much I try to prove that they’re guilty, I just can’t. No one will listen.

 

When I get home, I check Polyvore. My friends haven’t attacked my site recently, so I make a new set. I pull together a few clothes for an outfit before telling them I’m on temporary leave. Ha. Temporary. I’m sticking to my new account so I don’t have to deal with them. Thank God. At around 8:00, I get off the computer and finish my homework. I’m exhausted when I finish my shower around 10. After that, I flop into bed and sigh. Life sucks. But I have to suffer through it. I’m a martyr. Grr.