None of my teachers remember my name. They call me Maddie & I've told them since registration that my name is M-A-D-E-L-E-I-N-E Ma-duh-LIN!!!
My history partner leans around me to talk about things like "Did you see her knockers on Skype last night?" to his friend all period.
My theatre group decides on games w/out me, then G informs me that "Well, the people over HERE wanted this..." when I make suggestions, and the "nice" openly gay boy I wanted to be friends w/ makes fun of me for making my own costume (btw, look who's talking, Mr. Perm!).
The girls in PE avoid me, and the one boy I know prefers my ex-friend to me.
In math, I sit alone.
At lunch, a group of kids who pretend to rape each other are the only people who invite me to sit w/ them. A few others take the chairs around me & then ask "Are you ok?" But what am I supposed to say to that?
"No, actually, see nobody wants to be my friend & I've been struggling w/ my identity & I would probably be dead except I'm too afraid it would hurt...would you like to see the latest scene I just spent an hour writing for my ridiculously depressing play based on the life of a girl who had true love & got executed by her cousin?"
End of bitchfest