A get found quick scheme was a direct hit. The popular group was sat at the very back where the heating was. This was the only place teachers trusted us to be, revising. Only people don't revise and use it to get out of doing that very thing! I make the mistake of moving and I'm spotted.

Jenna was the first to taunt me. "Urgh! She's like my shadow."

Everyone laugh apart from a new kid. Someone was actually allowed to join this late? Huh... It stops me from getting the hint and walking away very soon. So, instead I stare, like an idiot, and keep on doing the very thing that was getting me laughs.

"Be careful, Blake, she likes you you know!" Allison said, pressing her chubby hand against her cheek. "I saw you two go to prom together."

There's the joke.

"Is that all you've got?" I dare to defend myself. "Try harder 'cause it's not working."

What the hell was that? I don't think that even sounded cool!

And they all agreed because it was all over their smug looks. It was as if it was a running joke that I would say it and it was predictable.

"Mystery Girl seems to be Clueless."

I didn't know what I was doing still standing there waiting as if I needed permission to leave. My species was called Human not Dog.

Finally, my body let me move, as if it was a slow message being sent to my brain. It was enough to make me start crying for the second time today. My hand goes over to my mouth as I rush out the library, which was supposed to be my safe zone. Those bitches knew that it was where I was going to go.

What was it payback for? As I haven't done or said anything today and I wasn't even in the way. IT was ALL OF THEM who are purposefully going up to ME! I was beginning to regret coming back into school for my final year.

You see in our high school there was an option to do home-school, or in person, and it was a new ratio each year. This year was more socially acceptable to go in school. Whereas for the last four, it was home-schooled, but our year seems to be more extroverts so of course it changed.

I was waiting my my graduation and not receiving my cap and gown. Or being called up to only must give the certificate back because I didn't make it.

I couldn't keep fighting this battle anymore. And I was truly thinking of going back home and calling it quits.

Once I was down an empty corridor, I stay, covering my face, so that passersby wouldn't be able to be nosy. It would be enough for now. I just must keep it together until I was done.