Miss KITS

"Get up bitch" Sandra snarled yanking my hair arduously making me whin in pain.

Damn it! Who would ever perceived that getting into a fight with Sandra would put me in such a mess.

"Let go of me nitwit" I cussed, grunting in anguish.

"Guess you still haven't learned your lesson" Sandra growled "perhaps I need to pull harder" she seethed, yanking hard like her life depended on it.

I probably should had give it a second thought before barging in to save someone else knowing fully well I was no match with Sandra. My bad.

"Alright am sorry" I pleaded in gritting teeth, groaning in agony as sandra tugged my hair almost plucking it off my scalps.

"That's more like it" Sandra slurred pushing me to the wall.

"If you try playing hero next time" she used her hand to divide her neck "I will eradicate you" she threatened before catwalking away.

The school bell rang signifying time for lecture making the crowded students walk towards their classses.

"What a drag" I muttered out loud scratching the back of my head as I stood up from the floor.

"Thanks" lia the girl I tried to protect from Sandra said blashly.

"You are welcome" I let out a faux smile

"Your hair...."

"I know it's messy, thanks for reminding me anyway" I mumbled ambling toward the restroom.

My name is Clara Marian Klutz, an eighteen years old clumsy inelegant knockle head who frequently got bullied by the popular guys in school. Yeah, that is adequate way to characterize me.

I stared at my reflection for a while before switching on the faucet to rinse my face. It's been one heck of a morning.

"What the f**k are you doing here?" A thick harsh voice asked behind me and I twirled to see a tall muscular guy glaring hard at me. Don't tell me am in the male restroom.

"Hi spencer" I waved.

He rolled his eyes at me. "My name is Melvin!" He hushed, scowling arduously at me. "And what are you doing in the male washroom?"

"It was an accident" I groaned, wearing a cap. "Am living anyway" I waved with an eye roll.

"Clumsy fool" He mumbled walking into the toilet.

I get that alot, what do you expect in being a nobody in the whole school. I shove my hands inside the pocket of my hoodie as I walked into my classroom, and as expected, I was ignored like a wall flower whose existence was totally disregarded by everyone.

In my school everything is about money and dressing, if you don't wear the latest brand of clothes, expensive whist watch or drive an experience car, you just won't fit in. Everybody will always see you as trash.

"Clara" A familiar voice called and I turn to see Bethany, my bestie.

"Hi bethany" I mumbled with a sign, sitting beside her.

A pout formed in her perfect shaped lips as she cuddled around me. "Don't tell me you are still mad I read your diary" Her ocean blue eyes gazed hard at me, replenished with curiosity as she arranged her goggles, waiting for my reply. I ignored her and lied on my desk, my cheek on the cold wooden desk as I stared through the window.

"Am not mad, just sick and tired of being me" I uttered ruefully, after a jiffies of awkward silence.

"About time" she snickered lowly trying to stifle back a laugh.

"What do you mean by that!" I chimed in, glaring hard.

"Look" she gestured to my outfit. "You look like a clown" she tried to suppress her giggling, but ended up bursting into loud laughter.

"Haha, very funny" I managed to muster enough sarcasm.

"You look really bad on this oversized hoodie of yours, I must confess" she chuckled.

"If that's the case, then I need to look bad" I stated sternly. "You know I don't have a choice!" I mumbled. I wanted to sound rigid but my voice failed me.

"Sorry, but it's the truth," she shrugged. "Not like i blame you for having hypothyroidism," she added beneath her breath.