Day 27: Write a scene where the last dialogue spoken in the scene is your all-time favorite quote.

"Oh, hey Lucy!" someone called as I walked through the vociferous cafeteria. My head was down and my hood was up, sheilding my face, but somehow, they knew it was me. They always knew. I wasn't even sure why they always had to bother me, but they did.

With a sigh, I glanced over at their table, and said a polite, "Hello." I would've kept walking after that, but one of the girls who had spiraled into a fit of giggles decided to address me. Not wanting to appear rude, I stayed and listened to what she had to say.

"Lucy, you should really come and sit with us!" said the girl, a taunting tone that put me on edge leaking into her voice.

"No th--thanks," I stuttered, about to walk away, but then another one of the girls spoke. I should've kept going and gone to the corner to enjoy my lunch in peace, but for some reason I didn't. A lack of insight on my part, obviously.

"Oh! Lucy, don't stutter! Come, sit with us!" another one at the table said. She had a malicious glint to her eyes and was grinning in a manner that would probably even scare the Joker from Batman. I just shook my head, not trusting my mouth to say anything all that intelligent in response.

"Sweetie, just sit down," commanded the main one of the group. About a month ago I had actually believed her caring demeanor. I thought that she actually wanted to get to know me--be my friend. Quickly, I learned that that wasn't the case. She just wanted another victim to torment, and since I was the loner new girl, I fit the bill perfectly.

It had started out with simple things. She would make comments about my clothes or how I did my makeup. Then, it slowly transitioned into bigger things, like, ridiculing me in public or in front of her friends (they were more like followers, so the terms were interchangeable). I knew that she wasn't who I should've been hanging out with, but nobody else would even talk to me, so I settled, and made a bad decision.

The worst part happened a few weeks ago. It was like your typical plot straight out of Mean Girls. She asked if I had a crush on anyone. I lied and told her that I didn't. She spread a rumor that I was head over heels in love with the captain of the hockey team (who was a total moron, by the way). The hockey captain had no objection to the false accusation of my feelings, and tried to hook up with me after school one day. I turned him down, expressing that my alleged emotions for him were merely a lie. He got pissed, and spread another nasty rumor that I was a slut. Things just escalated from there.

The reason that I left my old school was because of bullying. Maybe there was a tattoo on my forehead that I was unaware of that said "bully me," because I always ended up getting bullied wherever I went. I wasn't sure why. I tried my best to be nice to people, yet it always resulted in me being ridiculed and mocked. My last school had been pretty bad, and I didn't even want to relive the memories. I had begged my parents over and over again to just homeschool me, but each time, they said that it would make my social life even worse than it already was. I just wanted it all to stop.

"Lucy," the main one barked, "come and sit!" Yet again, I shook my head. "Lucy! Don't be rude! Just sit with us!"

"Oh, hey, Lucy!" a husky voice was added to the mix of feminine ones. I gulped as I glanced up, only to face the hockey captain. He had a nasty smirk across his face, and looked ready to kill a small animal.

"Hi," I whispered meekly.

"Awww! Poor little Lucy! Always so quiet!" he taunted. "Such a tease, don't you girls agree?"

"Of course!" one of the more vicious ones piped up.

"Lucy, why are you such a slut?" he asked me with a cock of his head.

"Before she answers that, how about she comes over and sits with us!" the main girl laughed--well, more like cackled.

"See, Lucy, we all know that you just want people to think you're innocent, when in reality you're probably the sluttiest girl on the planet," the hockey captain continued with that evil gleam in his eyes.

"Shut up," I mumbled, forcing myself to not cry in front of them. That would be giving in and giving them what they wanted: to see me break. I wouldn't do it though. No here, at least.

"What'd you say?" snorted the hockey player.

"That wasn't very nice, Lucy," one of the girls sneered with a fake pout.

"Lucy, just sit with us!"

"You're such a slut, Lucy!"

"C'mon, Lucy! Stop being so antisocial!"

"Lucy!"

That was it. I was done. I needed to walk away. With a steady stare that possessed all the confidence that I could muster, before I departed, I said the only thing that seemed fitting and accurate at time like this: "You know my name, not my story."