I walked down the busy street, watching all the different dark figures pass me. A few people walk by also, going directly threw these monsters I see.

No one knows about this. I told a few, but they don't believe me. I looked up from my feet, seeing some of the girl from my school giggling about some gossip they have recently learned.

The girl with long black hair, Hannah Wader, notices me glancing at her and her friend.

"Look who it is, Gina the girl who can see other beings," She placed her hands on her hips, as Stacy Sicily, her friend, turns to face me.

"What do you think she wants now, Hannah?" She crossed her arms, leaning to the left a little.

I passed the two, trying to ignore their sleazy trash talk. I heard laughing, as I didn't answer Stacy and Hannah.

I looked to my feet, watching as droplets of rain, came poring down on my head. I only pulled up my hood, finally reaching the bus stop.

I sighed softly, feeling each drop of rain, soaking into my blue sweater. I placed my hands in my pockets, stealing a glance down the road, not seeing the bus come into view.

I dig into my pants pocket, taking out my phone. I stared at it for a moment looking at the cracked screen. I turned it on, flipping threw the apps on my phone, until I see the one that has been there for me.

The one, where no body treats me like they would at school.

The one where I created stories. Where people actually liked what I was doing.

Where I felt at home.

But, that moment was short lived, as the speaking breaks of my bus, came to a stop. I groaned, shoving my phone into my back pocket, walking up the bus stairs. I turn, seeing all the bus seats with at least one person in them. In the back was a seat that no one was sat at. I began to make my way over to said seat, when I get stop by an arm, reaching over to block my path.

I look down, to see non other then Jordan Fisk. The schools jock. He looked at me with a stock expression. Her was oy a grade above me, as he pushed me back a tad with his foot.

"Sorry, but you can't sit there,"

"And why not?" I spoke, for the first time all weekend. I looked back to the seat, seeing Kevin Hills take the spot, glaring to me a little.

"Because you're an eighth grader," I didn't give any response as I turned, sitting in a seat not far from Jordan. As I sat my bag on my legs, I heard him mumbling. "An eighth grader with a bad lie,"

I ignored his comments, taking my phone out, along with my ear buds. I quickly plugged in the buds, placing each one in my ear. I placed my head on my arms, as they rested on my bag.

I closed my eyes, listening to some music. I instantly felt at ease, as I began to imagine a better life, a life with magic, and happy endings. Something you can't get from a hell such as this.

I lip sank the sad tunes, that blasted threw my ears, too scared for my voice to be heard. Everyone already see's me as a reject. There is nk need to change that.

I felt a faint smile appear on my face, as I imagined having a relationship with some random anime character. Sure it was dorky, but it was my happy place.

Of course, like everything else...things like dreams have to come to an end at one point.

I frowned, feeling the oh to familiar paper ball hit the back of my head. Every week it's the same. The same paper ball, the same note, and the same people.

Out of pure hope, I lifted my head, looking the balled up sheet in the hall of the bus. I pluck it from the ground, un-crumbling the paper. As it unfolds, I sigh, seeing the same note, that was given to me the last week.

Dear Gina Yuckatama,

Kill yourself.

Signed,
            Everyone

I growled under my breath, shoveling the stupid note into my bag. I already knew who wrote it. It was Hannah. I knew her hand writing from anywhere. All of her loops inside her lettering.

I placed my head in my hands, taking in a deep breath, hearing a choral of giggles, and laughter.

What if I did do it.

I could.

I will.

It's the law.

Majority rules.

No one will care.

But they all will know.