Celia stood among her two best friends at Feingold senior high school, it was mid term and they were all studying as hard as they could. Being in year eleven was hard, with the constant exams and the bucket loads of home work that she barely ever finished on the due date.

“I swear, Celia. When I finish high school I am out of here!” A girl called Karen said.

“Why, it’s not that bad.” Celia tried to reason with her but her attempts were futile. A group of passing girls snickered as they walked past.

“Don’t forget to cut your wrists today Goths!” One yelled.

Karen made to run after them but the other girl, Marie, stopped her. “There is no point Karen, they are just very immature.”

Celia stared at Marie in awe, she was mature and nice; it was good to have her as a friend. Celia sighed, she was part of the outcast group, no one liked them, and since they always wore black they were notified as such, the Goths.

Anytime that someone said it Karen would run after them, she was a really nice girl but when you pissed her off you were going to suffer the consequences. They had another five minutes until they had to go back to class and Celia was not looking forward to her next class; math. Maths was her worst enemy, she didn’t have any friends in that class and she got bullied a fair bit but she was able to handle it for a little while at least.

The bell for the next class rang. Karen ruffled Celia’s hair, “You going to be all right?”

Celia managed a smile, Karen was always there for her and so was Marie. “Yes I will be all right, thank you.”

As she walked away from her friends she was well aware of Louise and her friends watching her. They were the cool people of the school, the popular people and they picked on others, including her.

“What’s the matter cutter, did you forget your knife today?” Louise said as they walked into the classroom. The people in there laughed. Celia’s cheeks burned red in anger and she stormed to the back of the class where she sat down at a vacant seat and glared at the chalk board.

They have got some nerve! Why can’t they just leave me alone?

At that precise moment their teacher, Mr Mabb entered holding his books under one arm. He was unbelievably fat and nearly going bald, he was short and had a horrible smell and the classroom immediately filled with the repulsive stench.

From where Celia was sitting she could hear Louise’s sudden comment, “Geez you’re fat!”

“I am not fat! I am simply big boned.” He growled, setting his things down at his desk.

“Well then your bones are fat too then!” Louise concluded. The whole class roared with laughter but Celia simply frowned and tuned out.

Here it comes.