Some say High school can be hell and in my circumstance they're right. I never have been able to make many friends and keep them. I'm totally out-casted and don't fit in anywhere. Most of the girls in school, wear their tight clothes, dress, skirts and loads of make-up. Chasing after any boy that would give them the time of day. Sorry to say, I'm the exact opposite. I used to be picked on a lot before coming into my own. Now the boys notice I'm female and bite at my heels for me to pay attention to them. It's not that I don't like boys, but always being harassed no wonder I am still a virgin. This girl Caroline always used to make fun of me. She hasn't really since we got into a fight Sophomore year. I was minding my own business and she came up and shoved me into the gym lockers st P.E. and I'm not sure what came over me, it's like my body took over and was possessed. I ended up breaking her arm and I was suspended. I thought I'd be expelled, but my dad talked to the principle and I was suspended for 4 weeks. Every once in awhile she makes some snide comment, but it doesn't bother me anymore. Last class of the day and I'm completely zoned staring out the classroom window rolling my pencil on my desk, when someone swipes my pencil and it goes flying. "knock it off freak I'm so glad I don't have to ever see you again" a familiar voiced yells. "Hi Caroline, I'll miss you too", I say back. "Drop dead, no one here will miss you, freak!" "After all this time I thought you were still afraid of what happened last time" I sneer back. Out of no where smack. Caroline smacked me across the face and screamed "You caught me off guard is all, you're lucky!" Sitting there stunned, I could feel the familiar rage start to boil inside me, Caroline must have noticed because she started to apologize, "I'm so sorry, Dahlia, please don't hurt me" Caroline said with tears starting to form. As soon as my inner rage started to take over, the bell rang which snapped me out of my daze. I got my stuff and walked out of class with everyone starting at me. "God I hate this school" I said to myself. "Let's go see dad" I said aloud. Still fuming from that wench slapping me, I made my way down main street towards dad's shop. Everything is so close in this town. The walk was maybe a 2 miles from the school. Lost in my own thoughts, I reached the front door of dad's shop. I pushed the door open and the bell dinged. "Be right with you" I hear my dad yell from back. I sit down on what looks like a vintage chair from the 19th century. "Dahlia, I told you not to sit there, it's an irreplaceable!" "Okay, dad can we just go home I'm over today". "What happened to your face", my dad asked with a stone look on his face. "It was Caroline again, Don't worry I didn't do anything about it" I said. "That strange rage feeling like last time started to happen again, but the bell rang and snapped me out of it" I said looking at the floor. "Can we go home?" "Let me grab my keys and I'll take you home sweety". "I'm so glad I'll never have to step foot in Dravenwood High ever again", I nearly screamed with tears forming in my eyes. My dad gave me a sympathetic look and walked me to the truck. The entire ride home was silent.