Return of the Forgotten

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚

Olivia's POV:

Once I finally see the school come into my view, I do a little celebratory dance in my mind.

After that mini dance party, I start to pick up my pace on my walking, so no one is able to see me.

Dang it!

My siblings got here before me, and those days are always proven to be the worst for many reasons.

I have two options, either I go in through the front doors and guarantee to get something thrown at me or tripped. Or I can go through the side doors and stand there looking like a creep while I wait for someone to open the door for me.

I'll take my chances.

As I'm heading down the hill to the side of the school, I start to feel a throbbing pain in my right leg.

For a second there, I forgot why it was hurting, but then I remembered. Yeah, getting a door smashed into your leg isn't the best feeling in the world.

Anyway, I wonder how much time is left until classes start.

After waiting about five minutes by the side doors, a teacher had finally noticed me and let me in.

"You should really use the front doors like a normal person." She said with an annoyed tone.

Did I upset her? Is there something wrong with me?

Of course there is. I can't even go one place without making someone upset.

Ugh!

Like anyone asked.

Shhh Brain!

"Thank you." I mumble under my breath. She just rolls her eyes.

Just as she starts to walk away, I realize that I have a question.

"What time is it right now?" I asked with a tremble in my voice.

"8:49." She replies in a bored tone.

I quietly thank her again and start sprinting towards my locker, but not without limping a bit due to my leg pain.

Shoot!

I only have six minutes until the bell rings. That's six minutes to get my things from my locker and arrive to my first class, which by the way, is on the other side of the school.

If only I were a normal person. I would've been able to use the front doors.

Well, it's too late for that now.

On my way to my locker, I am tripped three times and I get a banana peel thrown at me.

As I open my trashed locker, a ton of crumpled papers and trash fell out.

Ooh!

Maybe one of the papers will be like a fortune cookie wrapper.

I open the first one I see rather frantically, only to be disappointed by what it actually said.

'PATHETIC SLUT' it said.

The only reason I'm able to stop my tears from coming out, was my digging my nails into my palms.

It doesn't take a genius to know that others were laughing around me.

After a few moments, I snap out of my gaze and look at the clock.

Oh no!

I only have two minutes to get to class, better start running now.

Just as I'm about to turn for the hall that my class was in, a large, rough hand tightly grabbed a hold of my wrist and pulled me into the janitors closet.