Mad Suzie

Suzie sat at the farthest end of the cafeteria alone,as she munched on her sandwich with tiny delicate bites.

Her hands always fidgeted with uneasiness as she peered from her bushy hair, eyes searching for her tormentors.

She sighed with relief when she saw them sitted in a particular table in the middle of the hall. The popular kids table.

Breathing a sigh of relief that they weren't onto her,making her life miserable as usual, she continued with her lunch.

Every good thing doesn't last long. A large hand appeared infront of her pounding on her table so loud she jumped and fell on her sit.

Her actions attracted the whole popularity of the school as Snickers and snide remarks we're voiced. Red acclaimed her cheeks as she blushed with embarrassment. Good thing her bushy hair hid her face perfectly.

The owner's hand chuckled with a deep perfect resonating voice as he crouched down to Suzie's level on the floor, amusement dancing in his eyes.

That Immediately made her back away with her elbows trying to put space between the two of them. Oh why couldn't she enjoy one lunch? "Scared." He voiced out which sounded more like a statement than a question.

She wanted to raise an eyebrow at him and say,' welcome to the choo-choo train captain obvious.' but that will only earn her more bruises than she expected.

Not that he ever raised his hands to hurt her. His little perfect fangirls did that job perfectly. So she gulped instead while bowing her head to hide her tremors.

" Oh Airen, don't touch the hag if you don't want STDs all around you..." Said another figure appearing with a sick sweetly smile," one simple glance at her and you feel dirtified. I mean look at her clothes. So old torn and dirty."

That made her earn more Snickers. Suzie couldn't help but stare down at her clothes and nod her head with agreement internally. She was a mess. With bushy unkempt hair, black faded jeans that were long at the bottom making it easy to drag dirt ,and her brown oversized shirt that had seen better days ,with two stitches at the back.

In short...she was poor. Very poor.

Her hair was roughly pulled making her back arch while hissing in pain. " Isn't t right dirty whore?" The maniacal bitch Sophie asked making sure her long nails dug in her scalp.

Suzie clenched her teeth tightly trying to keep her tears at bay. Another sharp tug on her hair made her stammer an answer." Ye-yes."

Her hair was immediately set free and then her fingers were crunched with someone's feet. She looked up in pain to the boots of Sophie's best friend, Alice.

"Plea- please st-stop." She said the tears now welling in her eyes as they drop shamelessly on her cheeks.

Alice laughed evilly as she added pressure to the crunched fingers." What was that? I didn't hear you."

Suzie couldn't find energy to hide her racking sobs. Her eyes stared direct to Airen's trying to plead for him to stop that madness.

He indeed was the first runners up of making her junior year miserable. Most likely since elementary. It was all him. The reasons for him to hate her were juvenile an unaccountated for.

She tried staring in his eyes to see any kind of remorse in him but it was a bare emotionless facade,with a hint of satisfaction.

Her chin was immediately snapped to Sophie's side who sneered at her disdainfully. " Are you gaping at my boyfriend you slimy whore."

Suzie couldn't help but cringe at the woman's schreeching voice. A thought flung to her to stare at Airen ,quirk an eyebrow and ask,' of all the girls you went for a banshee? I thought you had class?'

Voicing that out could be the end of her. So she pushed her sarcastic personality away.

The bell rang ending her hell show as she thanked the deities for their blessings.

Sophie let go at her chin like it disgusted her mere sight. " Later you whore."