Fiona
The bell indicating the end of school rang, and I was relieved. I had been nervous, paranoid, and angry at the same time all day.
Everything that everyone did annoyed me. I hadn't talked to anyone, and the look I had on my face ensured that no one talked to me either.
I stood up from my desk, packed my books into my bag, and got ready to step out from between my desk and my chair when the door to the class slammed open.
I looked up, wondering who it was, and then I saw Brittany, standing at the door, with a few of her cheerleader friends behind her.
Her eyes were locked on me, and she approached me, shooting daggers at me.
I sighed and rubbed my fingers against my temples, knowing what was about to happen.
I expected her to do something like this, I was even waiting for
