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(Warning: The ending is not like the rest of the story.)
"Uuuuugh, I'm so tired... do I have to get up?" She mumbled into her pillow. That question was answered quickly with the blaring sound of her alarm clock that she quickly slapped out of fear. She fell out of bed trying to catch it and thumped onto the ground still having that annoying tone going off. She hit her dainty fist on the top of the loud God forsaken machine and it finally quieted. She sighed in relief making her racing heart calm. A laugh was heard downstairs and she groaned. She grabbed her glasses and came down seeing her mother still laughing while making some blueberry pancakes. Her mother finally looked at the sleepy form that came down.
"I'm sorry dear, it's just that you do this every morning." She said moving the batter around in the pan.
"Thanks for reminding me, mom." She croaked rubbing her eye under her lenses. She wasn't thinking straight so she didn't even understand why she came down here in her sky blue peace sign pajamas other than to make her mom stop giggling. She had this heart attack-like experience every morning since her alarm clock was first bought, and it amused her mother to no end.
"Honey, you should really brush your hair, it's a mess."
"Ok." She said politely. In front of the mirror, she brushed her bland brunette hair, putting it in a strictly tight ponytail before brushing down her quite average bangs. She put her glasses back on, adjusting them before looking and scowling at her reflection.
"Darn it, they're never brushed enough!" She grumbled yanking her bangs down harder with the thick bristles. She went to her closet only to find another problem:
"Why are there never any shirts with collars in here!?" She complained.
"Oh well, a purple T-shirt will have to do."
Soon she found herself at her middle school and her first class was of course her least favorite, Physical Education. Her teacher was like a military commander who made the kids stand in lines so he can evaluate if they'll even have a chance at passing his class. G.O.W stood in her spot with her back strait, her knees locked, and her hands behind her back.
"Alright kids, today we're playing soccer, your equipment is over in the corner here and there will be two separate games; competitive, and non-competiti-ah!" He was cut off by a glint of light directed at his eye. His attention whipped at the girl who's glasses glinted beautifully in the sunlight.
"You there!" He said. If it was possible, her back got straighter.
"Yes Mr. Stonewall?" She replied with a gulp. He towered over her tiny form with eyebrows knit in suspicion.
"G-O-... something, was it?" He asked. She mumbled her name under her breath sadly, disappointed that everyone had forgotten her name. Heat spread on her cheeks as some of the kids laughed.
"Yeah, G.O.W. Those glasses aren't going to be a distraction are they?" He asked.
"No sir." She said in shock of his words. She had just recently had them professionally cleaned, but she had never thought that this could be an actual problem.
"If they do, you won't get them back till the end of class." He threatened.
"Yes sir." She said facing her head down as he stood up straight again.
"Now where was I? Ah yes, competitive and non-competitive. All those who don't have the guts to play on the competitive side, go to the left of the field, my future athletes, to the right! But if I see any lolygagging, you won't get any participation points." His attention fell on her again.
"G.O.W! Look at me when I'm talking to yo-AH!" Her glasses had reflected the sun into his eyes again as she lifted her gaze. He stomped over to her and swiped the glasses off her nose making her instinctively squint and hold out her hands.
"Hey! Give them back!!" She pleaded.
"You said they wouldn't be a distraction and they were, you'll get them at the end of class." He put the glasses in his back pocket. "Now all of you get out there!" Kids shoved passed her and she tried to use the bumps and shoves to possibly navigate to the field. Her little tennis shoes touched grass and she decided to just stay there where it at least looked like she was a part of a team. Mr. Stonewall looked out into the field seeing G.O.W at the edge with her arms slightly out with bent knees.
"The competitive side today huh? Oh that little nerd's going to be eaten alive." The blurry dots running around amongst the haze of the green grass confused her and she just decided that she'd stand there until the period ends if she couldn't play. That wasn't a good idea though, as the ball flew around the field faster than she thought possible and before she could identify what it was, it smacked her in the face. She scrunched her nose and covered her face as her back hit the ground. She fell like a sack of potatoes and laid there a while just absorbing the pain. A set of different toned "ooooooo"'s came from the other kids as they surrounded her. The embarrassment of so many people watching her curled up on the grass made tears trickle on her eyelashes.
"What happened? Why are you all standing around?" Her teacher called out shuffling through the crowd of children. He saw her on the ground and put his knuckles on his hips.
"Oh come on kid," he said easily pulling her to her feet by her arm, "you really got to be doing this today? It's pep rally day." He watched her wipe her eyes and adjust her bangs with a low "sorry..." that barely anyone heard but him; she didn't have the courage to argue with him. He felt bad for her, and so he took out her glasses from his back pocket with his large hand and put the glasses in hers so she could feel they were there. When he looked down at them, he flinched. One of the lenses had broken and the nose of it was bent. He pretended not to notice so he wouldn't get sued and pat her hand nicely.
"Here, why don't you sit out, kid. I don't want you hurtin' yourself." He said with an obviously fake smile that she couldn't see. She nodded and took the glasses. When she put them on, she noticed three blurry white lines in her vision. They must have been one of his grey hairs so she cleaned them with her shirt. When they didn't move after cleaning it, she felt the lens herself. It had a rough edge where there was supposed to be glassy smoothness and she huffed. Darn teachers wouldn't even care if she lost one of her senses.
"-and that is why it was edited in the textbook, it was a grammatical error." Everyone had fallen asleep. Of course. The English teacher woke up and tried to sound like she cared.
"That was wonderful! Uh-..."
"G.O.W!" Said Edward, the one kid who kept himself awake by making little creatures out of paper clips.
"Ah, yes, G.O.W. Edward! You're next!" She called out as if she were scared she'd fall asleep again. G.O.W slumped back into her desk, this was her last class. Neil Armstrong was the first man on the moon and the first man on the moon to mess up on his grammar. How could they not be interested in one of the biggest grammar mistakes in history? She wasn't interested in the presentations anymore, she just took out her favorite book to cheer her up. The familiar title ringing in her head before she even set eyes on the cover, "science encyclopedia" it read, "A fact-pact reference book plus links to safe, homework-helpful Web sites". She couldn't help but smile. This was in her house a long time and she would never go to school without it. It was amazing she could fit it into her backpack in the first place; compared to her, it was like a coffee table book. She opened up to her favorite page with a huge explosion erupting from the base of a spaceship when the bell rang; well, that was a bit early, wasn't class supposed to end twenty minutes from now?
"Sorry, Ed, we're going to have to cut your presentation short. Everyone to the pep rally!" Her teacher announced. Oh great... Getting out of her seat and shuffling all of her things into her backpack, G.O.W tried to go the opposite direction so that she could happily wait in the office without having to deal with all of the loud, crowded, school spirit stuff. She would much rather be reading her favorite book in the silent waiting room than go through that. The moment she stepped outside, it was like the streets of New York during rush hour. She pushed and pushed but was eventually shoved back by this one burly kid who didn't know how far his elbows spanned out. On the ground for the third time that day, she grunted and scooted to a wall so that people could maybe go around her instead of tripping onto her; a few stepped on her toes despite her pulling her knees in as far as possible. Jeez, why were there so many kids? A teacher caught a glimpse of her huddling against the wall and he confronted her.
"Hey, what are you doing here? Aren't you going to the pep rally?" He more demanded than asked. She sighed and walked along with the few kids that were left behind. She didn't bother explaining what she wanted to do, he looked like a person who wouldn't listen anyway. As she presumed, the gym bleachers were packed. It was a miracle that she had brought her ear muffs today, because at least then she wouldn't have to have her ear drums perforated. Taking a seat near the edge, she got out her book and her hearing protectors, and turned to her favorite page again. In the midst of the yelling, she could hear a person behind her snickering about her earmuffs and how they had no way to listen to actual music. Putting them on, she remembered she didn't buy them for music, she bought them to drown out the world in places with idiots; which was pretty much her every class. She recalled having a conversation about it with her teacher at the beginning of the year; he probably thought she was mentally ill or something with the weird look he gave her when she first put them on. Drawing her attention back to her book, she read with occasional distractions, but was able to survive a long while with her patience still in tact. At some point, she barely heard through the headset:
"Don't you have school spirit? Put the encyclopedia away, nerd!" A cup of soda flew through the air and cracked open behind her head. G.O.W's eyes widened and her mouth flew open as she clutched her book to her chest protectively. The soda dripped from the edges of her bangs and chin. That section of the crowd fell silent but the rest still were cheering for the kids in the class sports teams. Wiping the soda away from her eyes with her purple sleeve, she checked the book to see if it was alright. No pages were damaged, but her book cover had a few droplets on the top right making her wipe it off in irritation. She carefully sat the book down on the ground and curled her fists; after all that had happened today, her anger was finally bubbling up. She spun around in a mindless rage.
"WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!?" She screamed. No one in the room spoke a word. As her eyes finally fell on the person who threw the liquid at her head, her eyes went from rage to terror. Her stomach sank and her shoulders lost their upright posture. Through her broken glasses, she saw it was Damian; the hottest kid in her grade, and her personal bully. Ever since she embarrassed him on accident when she was his crush in elementary school, he'd never let her forget it. He's never gotten in trouble for what he did either, so now that she had caught the almost everyone's attention, she knew she was dead. Coca-Cola dripped down between the seems of her glasses as she stood there frozen in place.
"Both of you, go to the office!!" A teacher said. She turned her frightened gaze to them.
"What did I do?" She asked honestly. Her chocolate irises pleaded her innocence.
"You used profanity."
"What did I say?"
"Ooooo! G.O.W said the H-word!!" A kid amongst the crowd said.
"Quiet! Both of you, to the office, now!!" She flinched at the harsh words and slowly bent down to pack her book and earmuffs. Damian slowly stomped down the bleacher stairs and with every step Angelica felt another layer of fear pile on. Damian had super curly oily hair and tanned skin with freckles to compliment his gleaming blue eyes, he had the body type of a model so most girls were stupid enough to fall for him. Despite his attractive features, the look he gave her made it clear he wasn't planning on going to the office. He walked out the gym door as soon as she put her pack on her shoulders. With soda still dripping from her bangs, she hesitantly followed him knowing he was waiting for her outside. Her fingers touched the handle of the Gym door and she looked back. The teacher whipped her finger up and G.O.W flinched again looking away. She took a deep breath and opened the door looking to the ground. The moment it closed behind her, Damian slammed her against the wall. He was one of the lucky kids who got his growth spurt early but little G.O.W hadn't grown an inch since sixth grade.
"L-let me go Damian..." She whispered.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you!" He yelled. She could hear the pep rally starting up again and she knew for sure no one would be able to hear what was happening. He grabbed her backpack and threw it behind him without a care. It landed under one of the school balconies into the darkness. She didn't want her things damaged, but she was too afraid to defend herself.
"L-let me g-go." She tried again.
"Huh? What'd you say?" He mocked. He shoved her to the ground. It was clear that at this point he was acting out of pure rage and wanted to take it out on the person he hated the most. The clouds swirled in a sour grey.
"Y-you're acting like a bully! That's all you are D-Damian! A bully!" That was the first time she'd spoken up to him.
"No, a bully does the same things like shoving kids into lockers or trash cans. Me? I am going to make sure your punishment will be unique." His blue eyes went dark as a broad creepy smile spread across his flawless face. He started walking towards her.
"Wha-wh-what are you going to do? If you h-hurt me then you'll get into trouble!" She backed up the wall of the gym. He grabbed her shirt.
"If you tell anyone, then you won't survive this." She gasped as he lifted his fist. It slammed against her stomach making her keel over. Her glasses dropped to the ground and a piece of the broken lens fell out. He yanked her up again lifting her from the ground and punched her cheek. She couldn't see his punches coming and they were too quick. Knuckles hit skull and he just kept going. Over and over he swung; there was no mercy behind those eyes. Her nose began to bleed and he stopped to look at his dirty work. She dropped to her knees and he backed up a bit. A crack was heard under his foot and he looked down. A brown pair of glasses was set firmly under his heel. He crunched it further and soon the right lens was completely out and destroyed. He watched her knowing she probably couldn't even see where he was. G.O.W sniffled some of the red back in. Slowly, she rolled onto her back so she wouldn't get everything all bloody and looked at the blurriness of the grey sky. It was hopeless. She was hopeless. And as if her emotions conjured storms, her tears caused it to rain. She curled up as the rain poured down like a raging waterfall. She had no reason to lift herself up. Ever. She decided she would stay there and cry for all of eternity. No one would help her. She was on her own.
"Pshh, pathetic. They called you the Grape Of Wrath in Elementary school, but it's clear you don't live up to your name." She heard amongst the sound of droplets hitting concrete. No one would help her. She was on her own. Those words sunk deep into her mind. No one would help her. She was on her own. She found an unnatural strength that made her shakily get to her feet. She wiped her nose as lightning crashed in the sky. He caught a glimpse of the embers in her eyes starting to burn as the blinding light flashed for a half-second. She walked towards him. His eyebrows furrowed into confusion, she'd never been the one to approach him before. There was an unnaturally dark shadow covering her eyes. He didn't realize he fearfully had backed up three steps. She pulled down on his shirt yanking him to her height. He could see every detail now; her contracted pupils in her already dark brown irises, her bared teeth, water dripping down her scrunched nose that was almost in an animalistic growl. He released a frightened breath.
"If you hurt me again, I swear you'll regret you were born." She let his shirt go and he scurried off into the rain to think about what he had done. Her hands in fearsome fists, water dripping down her chin and knuckles, eyes like the fires of hell itself; G.O.W would never be mistreated again.