Project: Weird Girl

| December 17, 2013 | 0 Comments

By: Madison Johnson

Chapter 1

 “Ugh, its her! That’ the one I was talking about!” I heard as I walked through the hall. I am Juliet Roberts, and I am the weird girl of  Johnson high school.

At my last school, I had many friends and everyone liked me. I don’t really know why, but something made me want to see what  it was like. There was a whole pack of weird kids on this show I watch and when I see anyone left out, my friends and I always go to talk to them. this moving thing gave me the perfect opportunity!

I wear raggedy, big clothes and wear this dusty, old, black wig I found in the back of my mom’s closet for some unknown reason. When I walk into school, all there is that fills the room, is that silent stare of hatred and disgust. I make sure I say hi to everyone I know hates me.

When I was in my old school, I was one of those science nerds, I had a bunch of experiments t0 prove the nature of high school, sometimes my friends would get mad at me because the week before, they would deny that was true. The reason I’m doing this is to prove how cruel kids really can be. The day I give this up is either the last day of school or when I break. The day I do, I’m going to walk into school in my normal clothes and introduce myself as me. Right now, everyone thinks my name is Georgia Gonzalez. My mom signed me in as Juliet, but I talked to the principal and she thought it was a great idea, so she got all the teachers in on it. So I write Georgia on all my papers, but the teachers file it as Juliet.

It’s been the same for the past 14 weeks. Everyone hates me and even the semi-weird kids think I’m weird and they play some kind of kid game at their table and sneeze every second. Everyone tries to avoid them and no one talks to them, but at least they have friends, they are in a little pack.Today was the worst day at this school. I, I got punched.

I had no idea this would happen. I guess its because I have been protected from harm my whole life. The only things I know about this subject is from that show, but it’s not violent. It’s almost the second semester, but I’m about to snap. If that happens, my experiment wont work. It’s a shame. It’s not even been half a year.

To Be Continued…

Category: Creative Writing, Short Story

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