She stalks up to me, her friends laughing and leaning on the sinks. Samantha turns around quickly, gives me a once-over, then smirks when she sees my tear streaked face. All of that stops once they see me come out of the stall. The other girls are giggling and adding insults about me. I reach for the stall door, quickly yanking it open so I can get out of here. It's no wonder why people avoid me in the hallways! She's been going around telling people I'm gross, weird, and just horrible to be around. The realization of who they're talking about hitting me like a ton of bricks. We'd be the hottest couple in school! Isn't that right, girls?" I feel the the tears start forming in my eyes and the anger boiling in my veins. What does he even see in her? What does anyone see in her? I'm perfect for him. Why? I've been asking myself that for years. The voice of Samantha Willow, the girl that hates my guts. I shake my head at myself, she's not even here to defend herself! It was then that I heard it. My hand flies up to cover my mouth, half to cover my disbelief at the harsh words they're saying about this girl and half to hold back the laugh at my own thoughts. Maybe she should read a book or two, the nerd always seems to get the guy. She's just an ugly nerd, who in their right mind would like that? They're all so buried in their books." The girl scoffs in annoyance, as if reading's the worst thing in the world. I lean closer to the door as the other girl starts talking, "Yeah, I don't see what all the fuss is about. "Did you see how the new guy looked at her? It was like he was hypnotized!" My breath catches in my throat, my hand dropping back down to my side. The girls start talking louder, making my hand to freeze. I take a deep breath, then reach to open my stall door. You need to get to class, so just man up and walk out of the stall. Alright, You've already wasted time hiding. I pull out my phone to check the time to find I only have five more minutes to get to my next class. The girls start talking, about what I couldn't quite understand. I'll just wait here until they leave, that's logical right? I make it there, do my thing, and go to leave the stall when I hear more people come in. I rush to clean up my books and papers, then run out to the bathroom. And when Abraham Lincoln became president."
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