Tale of a Clumsy Girl

"I'm so s-sorry!" I stuttered. "I-I didn't mean to!"

It was just an accident. I should've tied my shoe in a double knot. Now, a very pissed off girl was glaring daggers at my face.

"You like brat!"

My face reddened as I took a quick peek at Lilian's boyfriend. His expression was void, emotionless. He just stood by her side like a lost puppy. And it irritated me.

"Loser!" Lilian screeched.

The crowd that had surrounded us, had suddenly crowned closer then before. I could almost feel their breathes on my neck.

"Loser! Loser!" She yelled with a nasally voice.

"Loser loser loser!" The crown echoed.

My ears filled with the sound of their bellowing, calling me a loser.

Somehow, Lilian got ahold of a Pepsi can and without a moments hesitation, I was soaked in soda.

As if the crown got the memo, food from their lunches was chucked at my body. I covered my eyes with my hands as bread, pizza, and whatnot, was being thrown.

Tears threatened to spill from my eyes.

Stay strong Eliza. I told myself. Don't break down.

"Enough!" A booming voice echoed throughout the room.

Principle Downey stormed into the circle, rage shown on his bearded face.

"Lilian! My office now!" He shouted at her. Then, he turned to me.

"Get yourself cleaned up!" He bellowed.

I nodded slowly and raced past the dispersing crown.

Why am I a disaster? I groaned.

I stopped for some sit and leaned against the wall near the girls locker room.

I didn't have a change of clothing.

"Eliza."

My heart leaped in my chest. I twisted my neck toward the noise.

I scowled at her boyfriend.

"What do you want Peter?" I asked angrily.

"You can take my hoodie." He offered, holding out his hood in one hand.

He looked pitiful.

"Oh so now you feel sorry." I huffed.

He sighed deeply and stepped closer. "I'm sorry Eliza. I should've done something."

I rolled my eyes and jerked the hoodie out of his hands.

"I didn't ask you to help. Nor do I need it." I stated, inching closer to the locker rooms.

"We need to talk again." He narrowed his eyes at me.

I shook my head. "We already talked. I told you I was carrying your baby inside me and you wanted nothing to do with it. It's ok. Whatever."

Peter winced and made fists with his hands. "I was just shocked."

"You called me a slut! Then you accused me of sleeping with other men! Dammit Peter! You were my first! Or were you too drunk to remember?" I shouted angrily.

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry it just a word. It doesn't mean anything."

"I want to help."

"Help with what?" I rolled my eyes.

"I want to be a part of our babies lives. I'll be there whenever you need me. I can help." I offered.

I shook my head in his direction.

I should've told him sooner.

"It's too late. I miscarried last week." I told him sadly.

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