A Character Called Make Believe

"Look at her"
"Yea why she dress like a dyke"
"I heard she like girls"
"She quiet all the time and always be starin an shit"
"She might like you"
"Get outta here I'm strickly dickly"
"Naw she ain't gay she be lookin at my man"
"Who Drew?"
"Yea Drew. She aint nothin but an outcast"
Have you ever been talked about?!? Did you cry or wonder why they never liked you?!? Well this is an everyday thing for me. I was only twelve but gettin talked about is an everyday thing for me. I've been so hurt that I feel bruised. I'm black and blue on my inside. I've only had one good friend to look out for me and thats Princess Chica. I grew onto another friend; but I was later crushed. I had something so important taken by someone I thought I could love in trust.
You think you know but you have no idea
Chapter 1: Scars and Stripes Forever
"You nasty. You are really nasty Taryn. Why you all up on him when you know he got a girlfriend?" Said an obnoxious voice. I did't need to turn around and see who was speaking; it was always the same person calling me nasty.
Drew and I were walking down Washington middle School's corridors, talking about the jibber-jabber we usually talk about. Drew(with his big head), walked too close to me. I smiled and pushed him into a locker, slowly regretting it. He slammed into one of the dull colored lockers, with a sharp WHAM.
"I love you...." I said in my 'I'm so sorry I did that' tone. He regained his balance. He turned around and smiled that beautiful smile he always smiles. He had pretty, white, straight teeth. I knew that he one day was going to get a Grill and ruin his teeth completely. His head was round, his eyes were brown, and he was completely adorable. I was lucky to even be worthy of his presence.
"I love you too." Replyed Drew, placing his arm on my shoulder and walking me down the hall. "So, how was your day so far?"
Before I could even sputter out the answer, a skinny girl by the name of Jerica, pulled him away, whispering and looking over at me.
Jerica was one of 'I thought was a good friend'. We split up when she switched schools in the fifth grade. I thought we were still going to be as good as the friends we were in fourth grade; it's a good thing I don't paid for thinking. I remember when, at the beginning of the 7th grade school year, I skipped towards her, excited to see her again.
"Hey Jerica!" I had exclaimed, smiling widely. She looked at me up and down, as if I was complete scum and didn't deserve to exchange words with her.
"Who are you, like a nerd or something?" She asked smiling around at her new posse.
I gave her an icy look. Who the hell was she?? "No. I'm Taryn Slack." I walked away, literally scarred for the day. One gained blue bruise for that day.
I tried to catch snippets of what they were whispering on about. To my dismay, they weren't whispering loud enough. Quickly, I turned away when they shot glances at me. I heard Drew say: "MAN G!! YA'LL NEEDA LEAVE ME AND HER ALONE!".
Right on Drewsky.
Drew strolled back over to me, embracing me in a hug. "I love you." He whispered.
"Love you too. Write me back Stupid Dee."
The day dragged on; and with each passing minute, a new insult was hurtled at me like a water balloon. I wouldn't be so upset if Drew was getting this treatment also. But he wasn't. I had to face the fact: I'm an Outcast. And Outcasts aren't real people at Washington Middle school, they're less.
I wouldn't say that it's hard to sort out the real from the fake. Especially if they were all fake. Since half of the 7th grade girls simply fancied the heck out of Drew; and they knew we were good friends and we hardly parted, they schemed like heck. And oh, they could scheme.
During literature and language arts, a big head girl by the name of Lenisha, passed me a note:
Do you like Drew?
w/b
Normally, I would have taken this note and chucked it into the nearest trash can, making sure to have spit in it. But I had no idea of what came over me. I wrote back:
No. Not really. He's just my friend. Well, actually, I kinda do. but I couldn't really see us together.
w/b
Ok, I lied. Shoot me...It's not like I would tell her that. I see us together everytime I daydream and fall asleep. It's not exactly my fault is it?
I waited patiently for her reply. I looked over at her. She looked back at me with a mischievious grin on her face. I thought about how gay she looked and wondered if she were the Devil in disguise. Without thinking, I asked, "Do you like him?"
"Naw!" she shook her weaved head 3 times. "He is ugly."
I stared at her, appalled by such bull. "He is not! He is cute."
"He don't think you cute and he don't like you." Great. Another enemy. Brittany. I really don't know what she has against me. I don't recall myself ever doing anything for her to dislike me. Oh yeah....She's friends with Ziara.
Ziara is a really rude 8th grader who doesn't like me because I dated her now ex-boyfriend Chili. That was old news, considering that I dated him like, in 2005. It was only a 2 day relationship. Gosh. Rumors flew about me having multiple sex with him during those 2 days and after. I knew they weren't true, so I shrugged them off. But Brittany believed it. A lot of people believed it. So from then, I was named, Ho.
Words can't explain how bad I wanted to take her by the hair and throw her out the open window and into the School's parking lot. who exactly was she to say what he thought of me? No effin body. so again, whatever.
The note was passed back.
Well. If you wanna hook up with him, let me know ok?
w/b
Now I am pretty flippen sure that if I wanted to go out with Drew, I could ask him for my damn self. But maybe it's another thing they dont think I'm capable of I guess.
"Did you do your part of the paper?" My friend(although maybe I may ditch her. Due to the amount of gossip she does...And on a count of her friends hate me) Breanna asked, hobbling over to me.
I quickly fibbed a story. "Uh, no. I was at Princess's house yesterday. Some emergency or something that had me gone all day." She believed every word I told her. I felt bad for lying, but I forgot. Geeze.
To my great relief, Ms. Save My Flippen Life Breanna, wrote my part of the assignment along with hers. HECK YES!
Mrs.Neely, the literature teacher, assigned groups and Greek mythology characters for each group to do an assignment on. Sure it was fun, I guess.
I tried avoiding eye contact with Whitney, a really ghetto, mishapen chick who practically hates my guts; and any other internal organ I may need; on my way to last block. But it was hard, considering that half the student body was friends with her and she walked with a huge clique of girls like herself. One of the girls, was unmistakably Heather.
Heather hated me, well, because she needed better people skills. We started off friends; talking on the phone to one another; laughing, giggling and swapping stories. But my friendship with her ended weakly after that day. She became more hostile towards me, calling me weird, ugly, retarded, Ho, Slut, and every other name she could possibly think of. I really didn't get it. Did she get what she wanted out of the day long friendship? I didn't do anything to her, so why did she suddenly upspring and decide I'm not her friend anymore?
Heather tried being my friend again shortly after the whole mishap. I wasn't that dense. She gave me her cell phone number and I threw it away. What did I need it for? I don't need a friend like that. No matter how many mood swings she claims she has. Heather was moved up to the 8th grade in the middle of the year. now I only have to put up with her in the hallways.
Whitney streaked pass me. I turned around to see where she was going. To my disappointment, she strided her long, mishaped legs over to where Drew was conversing with his cousin Darren. Heather along with her, smiling stupidly. Puppy following a mumma Dog. What, did Whitney now have a crush on him too? Knowing him, he'd probably skip over me and go to her.
I couldn't watch such a scene go on. I hated the sight of girls flirting with him. But I couldn't just stop the flirting three sided crackers with sharp cheese. That would get me jumped by Whitney's whole crew. I wasn't scared, I just didn't want it to happen.
Halfway to my 6th hour class, all of my belongings decided to topple to the floor. I sighed. "I really need a need a new binder..." I mumbled to myself as people walked by, stepping on everything I dropped. No respect. If one of those hoodlums dropped their things, I'd help them pick them up quick and in a flippen hurry. But that would be being nice. And that's part of the reason nobody wanted to be my true friend.
I was told last year, in the sixth grade, that I couldn't be friends with anybody because I'm too nice. I couldn't hide my expression of hurt. So I couldnt have any friends because I was "Too Nice"? I turned in my seat, struck with pain. If only I could be a bit more bitchier, maybe I'd snag a few friends.
I followed my thoughts. The next day, I was mean to all the unsuspecting girls, calling them out of their names and whatnot. I can admit that I was wrong. But it brought me friendship with the more popular girls. My plan backfired on me. I grew into a disrespectful mofo. I hung around a new set of people. Two of those people were Chili and Lavance.
Hanging with Lavance and Chili brung arguments into the house and family. I came home late(11:30 at the latest), skipped school, and got suspended a lot. I didn't care; I was hitting it off great with the popular kids. I became popular myself. My grades slipped and my behavior drastically changed. I thought I could do it all. I stole money, clothes, and other things that didn't belong to me. I got into all types of fights with people I didn't even know. And yet, I still thought I had the good life. Everything changed after one incident. Took time, but things changed.
I gave my life to the Lord. Now I'm the happiest person ever. I don't need anybody as long as He is on my side. And I love Him with all my heart.
Still people tramped over the scattered mess of pens, notebooks and folders. And my poor fingers. Drew walked right past me. I didn't even sweat it because I was kind of used to it by then. He stopped to give me hugs and chat most of the time. Sooo.....
I made it Math with 2 minutes to spare. Mrs.Draper sat in a straight-backed chair outside her classroom.
"Heeeeyyy Mrs.Draper!" I said cheerily. Not too many people are fond of Mrs.Draper. They think she's cocky. She's actually a sweetheart....If you don't piss her off.
"Hell-O!" She replied with a huge smile plastered on her face. I strolled into her room, preparing to write the lesson goal.
As usual, I was early. My other pupils decide to roam the halls, collect phone numbers, walk their boyfriend or girlfriend down the hall, argue, fight, and chat. And they always wonder why they get claimed late....
Once my lesson goal was completed, I sat at my desk, students slowly filed in. A school dance was held today at 1:30; so there was another air of excitement going on. I don't like school dances. They're stupid and they play the same songs all the time. I once requested an MCR song. My Sevener wouldn't play it because he didn't want to get shot. BULL. Us cool rocker people could shoot you for playing the songs you play. But naaaaaaaaaw, you never stopped to think about that did ya??(Goes to fetch a few guns for my darling friends to shoot the wimpy/scary teacher for saying such wack things).