I walked into school wearing my uniform. You'd think for a catholic school the uniforms would be a little less Japanese. I walked past people wearing the same uniform, different colors for the different grades.
I felt all eyes on me as I walked into the building and threw the halls. I walked up to my locker to see things taped to my locker reading, Slut, Emo Bitch, Mute, Fat, Anorexic, Unloved. I ripped them all off and threw them to the ground, opening my locker and grabbing my books. I heard girl giggling behind me then a voice.
"Remains? Did your parents name you that because they wanted you dead?" a skimping bitchy girl asked me. I just shrugged and started to walk away. "You don't just ignore me you little bitch!" She yelled after me but I still said nothing, everyone knows I do not speak so why does she think I will start now. I don't care what she thinks, I hate my biological parents anyway. I live with my adopted parents here in California because my mother gave me up when I was three but being the bitch she is she had to name me Remains just before she did. She probably did want me dead, if it mattered away.
The moment I walked into class, everyone turned and starred. It kinda pissed me off so I just huffed and walked over to my seat that was of course trashed, Emo Whore was carved into it and paint cover the top and inside. I sighed and sat down, just doodling on the cover of my song book. Inside were pages and pages of lyrics and folded up piano sheet music. I doodled a little Gir on the cover when a woman came into the class room, not our usual teacher. She looked up tight and old, she was one of those nun teachers but didn't wear the nun outfit. She slammed a wooden ruler on the desk and caught everyone's attention.
"I am Mrs. Smith, I will be your substitute for the day. Now get to work on your first assignment." She yelled and gave us the first assignment. I worked, ignoring the snickers and the objects hitting the back of my head. After about 20 minutes Mrs. Smith started teaching. She was calling on kids for answers. "What is the square root of 225?" She asked and looked at her list of names. "Remains Kolb?" My head shot up and the entire class became silent as they stared at me and the teacher. "Miss. Kolb, please answer the question." Mrs. Smith said a bit irritated but I did not say a word, "Miss. Kolb, you will answer the question or I will send you to the principal's office." she said getting angry.
"Mrs. Smith, the freak over there does not speak!" one of the girls chirped.
"She doesn't speak. That's idiotic." She said, walking over to my desk, she slammed her hands on my desk and growled at at me. "You will answer the question now." She growled at me. I wrote down 15 on a piece of notebook paper and held it up for her, she read it and slapped it out of my hands and grabbed my face pinching my lips into a fish face. "With your words." she growled, I shook my head 'no'. "Fine. To the Principals office." She yelled at me. I stood up from my desk, grabbing my books and walked out of the classroom taking my pass as I walked out.
I sat in the uncomfortable plastic chairs outside Principal Marks' office for almost an hour before the door opened and he came out motioning with his hand for me to come in. I sat down in a comfy patted chair in front of his wooden desk as he sat in his black leather rollie chair.
"What is this Remains? Disobedience?" He asked me. I nodded."Remains, you really need to stop getting yourself here. You must learn to listen to your teachers and speak." he told me. I nodded. "I'm not going to be too hard on you, Remains but I need to do something. I am assigning you an after school detention for tomorrow." He told me, handing me a detention slip with my name on it. I nodded. "Now head back to your last class." he said. I stood up from the chair, taking my books and left the office.
The halls were quiet and my last class is on the other side of the school. I walked threw the quiet halls and walked past a group of girl, giggling and smirking at me. I ignored them in till someone pulled the end of my hair and dragged me down to the floor. I squealed in pain as I hit the cold tile. "You really are dirt, you emo whore." one of the girls chuckled at me. I would say something about how having emo styled hair doesn't make you emo or a whore but truth is I actually do cut and sometimes I feel like a whore, so I let them beat me as they want. The girl stopped on me with her heel when a group of guys came over, smirking. The girl said something to them, I couldn't hear over the heart beat in my ears from the blood pouring out a cut on my stomach. I soon grew truly scared as the boys came closer to me smirking as the girls walked backwards laughing at me. Two football player boys gripped both my arms and slammed me against the wall. I knew were this was going, not again. I can't let this happen again. I let out a little squeal, I have lost my ability to scream as well as speak. I tried wiggling from their grips but it just tightened more as another of the guys came closer to he, he keeled down and forced a kiss on my lips. I kicked him, pushing him off of me. He growled bitch under his breath and ripped off my sweater, I squealed and kicked him in the face and knocked myself out of the football player guys now loose grips. I grabbed my sweater and pulled down my skirt as I crawled and ran out of the school. Skipping my last class and just running out of the school. I could hear people behind me and my stomach hurt as the blood seeped threw my shirt. I am scared and in pain. Fear and memories consumed me, as I ducked behind the side of a building and curled into a ball, holding my knees close to my chest, crying.