"Oh my god, Kirsteigh! Why were you hugging that loser?" Lacey questions, every word laced with disgust. I look at the ground, thinking of what to say. Do I tell them to back off? Do I lie? "He hugged me first. He's so weird." I respond, my mouth reacting before my brain. Why did I just say that?! I hope he didn't hear that. He'd be heartbroken. "Guys, I'm going to head to class. See you later." I speak up, my voice screaming my emotions. I stride to the doors of school with my head down. I hate myself! Why can't I just scream in their faces that they're wrong? I'm so confused. I just need to get through today and I'll be fine.
"Kirsteigh, why the hell are you wearing that?" Gianna asks, gesturing to my lazy outfit. "I really thought you had a good taste in clothes. I guess not." She laughs and walks off. Damn, two friends in one day. What's next? I get hit in the face with a dodgeball today in Phys Ed? I walk into the locker room to find that my teacher has my entire class together. As soon as I turn the corner, without her seeing me, she dismisses everyone to their locker. I change into my yoga pants and tee shirt, making sure I look as good as possible. Once I get into the gym, I see them. The dodgeballs. "Ugh." I groan, letting out an exasperated sigh. "Why dodgeball?" I ask myself.
"Okay, I'm gonna count you off. Evens to the left, Odds to the right." I stood in line, picking at my nails. I look up to see that she was only a few people ahead of me. "1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4. Kirsteigh, you're 1, 2, 3, 4." My PE teacher said. I look at my team and notice that all of the jocks are on the other team. "Damn." I mutter under my breath. Immediately after the whistle is blown, all of the balls are thrown in my direction. I feel the rubber connect to my eye, causing me to falter, making me land on my back. I try to get up, but I guess the impact knocked the wind out of me. I try to scream, but nothing comes out. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see three guys high-fiving each other. 'Jerks.' I think to myself.
On the way to my car, I see a group of people surrounding one side of my car. I run over, pulling the ice pack from my black eye. I rush through the crowd, looking at the crying boy in front of me. Kyle. All of my friends were taunting him, and from what I can see, it's bad. I run to the middle, looking at all of them. They instantly stop laughing. "Why don't you guys get a life and leave innocent people alone." I speak up.
"Aw, Kirsteigh's standing up for her baby brother. How cute." Juliana laughs. I walk up to her and get in her face. "Shut up."
"Why? Wait, you are actually trying to help him? Why does he need the help?"
"Why do you need to treat your face like a coloring book? Are you helping anyone by doing that?"
"I'm helping the male population of this school. Well, not all of it, obviously." She replies, gesturing to Kyle. He looked up at me with the fear of God in his eyes. "Besides, he's a retard. He doesn't deserve to even be acknowledged by anyone." She said it. She said the trigger word. "Nobody, and I mean nobody, calls my brother a retard."
"Can't fight the truth." She smirked. Behind her, everyone was chanting the same word. Fight. I'm not a fighter. I've never fought anyone in my life. Sure, I've had a few altercations with classmates for the same reason, but never once did I hit them. I spun around, pulled Kyle from the ground by his arm, and got him into the car. "Wuss." I heard Juliana snicker.
"At least I'm not a bitch." Those were the words I left her with before starting my car and driving away.