"You're clear to go," the nurse said. What a relief. They said that there was mainly bruising to my abdomen and one on my left cheek, which was swollen. No concussion, just a massive headache to follow for today and possibly tomorrow. One car ride and many remarks from my mom, I was home. I didn't know to be happy or upset that I wasn't at school. I guess the only way to help relieve a headache is to take some Advil and go lay down. Next thing I know, I'm dead asleep on the couch.
30 minutes later, I'm able to get my phone back. I check the message, and it was from Marcel.
"Hey, it's Marcel. We're on our way to Urgent Care, hope everything's alright at school. (:"
Well, I guess everything's okay here. Besides the girls snickering and laughing behind, which just seems to follow me everywhere. Even when I sat down for lunch, a pack of them followed. Although, they would talk low enough to where you could hear them, but not what they were saying. Which was okay on my end, because I really didn't want to know what they were saying to each other.
"Hey Marcel, it's Gracie. Yeah, everything's good here. Hope the checkup went well. Get some rest so you can come back to school soon. (:"
"Hey girl, what're you up to?" Abbie said, causing me to jump a little bit.
"Well, I'm currently dead because you terrified me," I said, grabbing my chest. She laughed and sat down beside me. Once again, the whispering picked up. Abbie just looked up, and the girls stopped, Well, the ones in front of us did. The ones behind us kept right on going.
"What's their problem?"
"I truthfully cannot tell you. It's been like this all day."
I heard heels clicking the floor. Who even wears heels to school? Of course, only one person can. Rose Taylor, the most popular girl in school.
"I see you're back from saving the nerd," she said, a small giggle at the end.
"At least I had the heart to do so," I said, scoffing.
"You may have. But don't you know no one will pay attention to you. Marcel is really no longer the outcast, it's you."
"How does that even work? Oh, a Good Samaritan helps somebody, but then they go down the social ladder?"
"Honey, you weren't even up the ladder to begin with. And, for the record, that's how high school works," she said, gracefully doing a 180 on her heel. All I could do was slump down in my seat.
"Why're you even listening to her? She's so irrelevant," Abbie said, regaining me from my trance. Suddenly, the bell rang, which signaled us to go back to class. Here goes nothing.