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|Chapter 9|

It is Monday, exactly three days after Eleanor invaded my privacy. I had been avoiding her since then, and I do not know when or how we are going to continue our Biology project. Today, as we planned when we were at her house, was the day I was supposed to take Bary and beesit him. And honestly, I am petrified of facing Eleanor once more.

Eleanor scared the hell out of me when she bombarded me with all the questions. I knew it was going to happen, anyways. However, I was not ready for it. I do not think I'll ever be ready for any personal question thrown my way. There is no reason to get to know me if they are going to find out who I really am at the end.

A nerdy, fat, ugly loser.

It was lunch time, and after throwing the books in my bag into my locker, I headed to the cafeteria. As I always do, I chose my lunch and ate at a table placed at the corner of the cafeteria, all alone. One too many times, I caught Eleanor glancing my way from the table she, Justin, and a couple of other people were sitting on. However, I always looked the other direction and avoided her stares.

A few minutes before lunch was about to end, I got up from my seat and headed towards my locker to get the books I needed for Mr. Evan's History class. On my way, I heard a noise somewhere, which caused me to stop in my tracks.

"Why! Didn't I tell you to do whatever I tell you to?" I heard a girl yelling before a loud thud and a whimper. Two seconds later, the bell rang and the hallway was crowded with students. The yelling girl's voice was still heard, and I immediately knew that something wrong was happening. Something evil was being done. Someone was being hurt and troubled. A fight was taking place. A fight I could definitely familiarize with.

A fight between the bully and the bullied.

I followed the voice as it got louder and louder. I went left and right until I finally found what I was looking for. A girl wearing very high heels, denim shorts, and a pink crop top was pinning a girl wearing blue skinny jeans and a baggy, dark purple jacket against the hard, cold lockers. From what I was seeing, the girl being bullied was sobbing as the bully screamed in her face.

"I'll ruin you!" she yelled at the top of her voice before raising her arm and curling her fist into a ball, preparing to punch the poor girl. I did what my instincts told me to. I ran to the bully and held her hand before it came anywhere near the troubled, sobbing girl. I took a quick nervous look around me, finding everyone standing in their places and staring at the scene in front of them, probably thinking, what's the scary girl doing?

"What the hell are you doing?" The bully towered over me as she was a few centimeters taller than me.

"What the actual freaking frack are you doing?" I fired at her, angrily.

"Do you know who I am? How dare you touch me!" She glared at me as she yelled.

"I don't give a care who you are! But you better stop whatever you're doing right now!" My chest rose up and down as I was trying to manage breathing properly and my fists were balled to my sides.

"She didn't do my homework! She deserves to be dead," the bully gritted her teeth. I felt heat rising up to my face as I slowly got more and more furious.

"Are you freaking kidding me? You're pushing her around and beating the hell out of her because she didn't do your stupid homework? What are you, a baby? Do you not have hands, or do you not even have a freaking brain to think with? Let me tell you something, eh? Why don't you mind your own damn business and go pick on someone your own size?" My teeth were gritted as I spoke slowly, quietly, and brutally.

The whole place was filled with utter silence and I could feel a hundred pairs of eyes staring at me as I spoke. But at that moment, I did not care. The adrenaline kicked in harder than ever and I wanted to end this once and for all.

"Fine! But just for the record, I'm Jennifer Handrans, and I will make you wish you were never born!" she yelled at me then glanced at the girl behind me. "It's not over."

"Okay, sure. But I suggest you go learn how to do your own homework, first. Alright, kiddo?" She glared at me one last time before turning around and walking away. "Oh, and look for your dignity while you're at it. I'm sure you'll find it somewhere!"

I turned around and glanced at the girl I helped. I asked, "Are you okay?" She nodded and quietly said "thank you". I nodded back and started walking towards my next class, however, before I even made two steps, I started hearing a noise from every direction.

Let me tell you something. My whole life, I have felt small and useless. I have felt helpless and worthless. I have felt betrayed, hurt, and loathed by everyone I knew. Today, this minute, was the first time I ever felt like a powerful person. Like a hero.

Everyone clapped their hands in applause. Every student that stood in the hallway clapped their hands at the scene that happened just a minute ago. It felt different. It felt very weird and bizarre to me. But somewhere inside me, I felt happy. I felt genuinely happy. Happy that I helped a person. Happy that people appreciated what I've done. Happy to have made a change. Happy to be me and have people accept it.

To be me.

My eyes widened in shock as realization hit me like a wrecking ball.

What have I done. What have I done. What have I done?!

My legs started moving, first slowly, then a little faster, and a few seconds later, I was sprinting. I ran and ran, and for the first time in forever, my legs did not betray me. I kept running and running, my breaths becoming shallow and my eyes becoming wider and wider.

Why did I do that? Why did I reveal something about me for the whole school to see?

I am such an idiot.

I am such a stupid idiot.

I am such a freaking idiot!

I chanted so many profanities in my head, all directed towards me.

Minutes later, I was stood in front of my front door, thinking of an excuse to tell my parents. This time, it is not an excuse of why my "friends" will not come over, or why I would not go out every Friday night.

This time, it is why I skipped school.

Shoot.