Why me?

The last 'normal' day of school

Tick, tock, tick, tock only five more minutes until schools done for the day. While sitting in the back of the class room just scribbling words that mean nothing to me, just to past the time. Why does it take forever for five minutes to past? God, school sucks. Tick, tock, tick, tock. Why is the clock so loud? Am I sweating? No, I'm just losing my mind. Tick, tock, tick, tock only three more minutes. "Troy!" I get pulled out of my thought and go back into the real world. "Troy!" I look up toward the front of the class room to see my math teacher staring angrily towards me with her beady little rats eyes. "Yes miss. Deem?" I reply lazily. Miss. Deem pointed a Bonney finger towards me while she wears her permanent scowl upon her face. "I believe the class would be delighted to hear what you've been talking about miss. Crane." The eighty year old teacher hissed. What, I've been talking?! About what?! Great, better prepare for embarrassment. "I-" RING!! Perfect timing. I stood up, gathered my things and left the class as soon as possible. I didn't dear look behind me once I left because if I do I may run into a problem I don't want to be apart of. I walked through the halls of my high school with my head hung low, just in case one of my life time bullies decide to look for me. At the end of the hall I stopped at a small beat up dull green locker. I took the lock that held the locker together and punched the combination into it. The bent locker door swung open and down cam an avalanche of folded up papers. I let out a small sigh before kneeling to the ground to pick them up. Once I picked up one, I opened it. A gush of cheep smelling perfume flooded my nostrils and I automatically knew who left these papers in my sad little locker. I started reading the note inside the white piece of paper. It's said many hurtful things in it like how I was lonely, ugly, worthless, a freak, and that I should cut myself. And in pretty little letters at the bottom it spelled "~Kate". I crumpled up the piece of paper and started picking up the other ones, without bothering to read the mean thing that were written in them. Great just what I need, Kate to bring down my spirits. After I cleared up all the papers I threw them into the garbage. I took my tattered dark blue bag out of my locker and shoved my books into it. I put the bag straps over my shoulders and headed out the school doors.