Prologue

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Prologue   "What are you supposed to be? A dork? Sorry but costumes are supposed to hide what you actually are, not embrace it" Rochie taunted.  It was costume day and I dressed as the librarian. She has a funny sense of style, I couldn't resist.  I wish someone would tease her about her name. It sounds like a roach.  "Are you listening, nerd?" She kicked me hard in the stomach. "Look Rochie, I don't want trouble," I managed to grunt out. At that moment I was shoved to the floor by her boyfriend, AJ. He's on the basketball and football team.  "Bye Melissa. See ya at lunch," she said mockingly and left me on the floor with one last kick to the back. *** "Oh my God Melissa!" My mom screeched as I told her the story of the day. I don't understand why this is always so surprising. It happens every day. I’m not even sure how I’ve received this type of treatment every day for three years and survived but trust me it was painful. Roach scared every student away from me with fake, grotesque stories that even I would recoil at. Like this one time when I was stalking Roach and her friends at the movies. I 'sat behind them and totally blew chunks on their freshly done hair.' Or this other time at lunch behind her in line I 'got my only friend to help me sandwich her with our boobs'. I beg to differ. Lindsay and I don't even like looking at Rochie De Foss much less touching her. "...another school." Looks like my mom was talking while I spaced out there. "Excuse me?" "You never listen," she sighed, "I'm sending you to another school." "But mom, senior year just started!" I whined. "Mel," she sighed. Whenever this happens, I usually lose. But I will not give up without a fight.  "Mom, I want to finish school at Georgi High School. I know I'm getting bullied a lot but it's only for this last school year. Lindsay is in all my classes, and I don't want to ditch her. And don't go on about how she has other friends. I am her one and only best friend, and she is mine. I mean what if I get bullied even more at the new school. Then I wouldn't even have a friend to help me out. There is a reason I only come home with scratches and not a throbbing nose or blackening eye. Lindsay's going to medical school." I slightly get off topic. "Alright, alright. You have a point with the bullying at the new school. You may stay, as long as you don't get hurt. Defend yourself or I will beat her up."  I nodded, knowing mom was joking about that last part. However, she is completely serious about defending myself or I'll have to transfer. Smiling gratefully, I run up to my room and call Lindsay. "Hello? Mel? How did it go?" "I'm staying!" "Yes! Told you your mom would care about your needs," she bragged. I just rolled my eyes and responded, "As long as I defend myself." "Then we should start our farewells. You couldn't even stand up to the librarian when she asked if you were forty." "I was wearing her type of clothing; I can't just say I'm mimicking her!" I try to defend. "Mel, she's like 56. I'm pretty sure it's a compliment if someone says you look younger than you really are." "Not if you're already young," I retort, not really knowing where this conversation was heading. "Text me, my phone is dying." "No can do. I need to learn some smack talk for tomorrow." "And probably for the rest of your life," she muttered, still making sure I heard crystal clear. "No problem with me." With that I hung up.  Turns out talking smack is all about using your brain… It's going to be a long night. I hope that she doesn't hurt me. Oh, who am I kidding!
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