xxNadiaPxx

I hate her.

Glaring at Elle Brown, I crossed my arms, smirking as the paint I just accidentally spilled on her dribbled down her brown hair, tears filling her eyes as she looked at me in bewilderment, not understanding why I was making her life a living hell.

Payback bitch.

When I was younger, I didn't go to this school. Oh, no, I came from a different country. Everything was going great in school, I had lots of friends, I was even friends with Elle here, up until the day she pushed me onto a busy road where, evidently, I was run over. I had to skip nearly a year of school, and during that time I had to have my leg amputated a few inches under the knee, my right leg a constant reminder of the horrible day. Once I got back to school, the people I had once called friends had started flocking Elle, and when they realized I had a missing leg and used a plastic one to walk, the nine-year-olds started avoiding me. In the beginning, I didn't understand why they were being so mean, but I soon realized Elle was spreading rumors about me, saying that whoever touches me will also lose their leg since it was supposedly an illness.

I was always alone, always sad, and at one point I actually started believing what they were saying, what she was saying. My parents soon realized what was happening, and for my tenth Christmas, we moved to a different country to start anew. Learning from my past experience, I decided not to show my prosthetic leg, and so from the day I took the plane to come here up and until present days, I have worn knee high socks every day, even in the summer.

By now, I had approximately a hundred pairs of different patterned socks, some with hearts, some with stripes, some just one color... The first day I had gone to school everyone looked at me weirdly, but I didn't let that affect me. It was better to be called a weirdo than an illness, so I made knee-high socks my thing, made people want to be like me, and by the end of my first year, high-knee socks was the fashion.

I guess God wanted to give me the satisfaction of revenge, because six years after leaving the nightmare behind, Elle moved to the same exact school I was in, presenting herself as the quiet, shy and little miss perfect. I wasn't going to buy the act twice.

"What have I ever done to you, Summer?" She asked, looking at me with teary eyes, "Why do you have to treat me like this?"

When she came here the first time and I heard her name, I immediately knew who she was, yet, when she was told my name was Summer Black, she didn't manage to put two and two together.

Despite her act, she hadn't changed. She was still hungry for attention, still craving to put me down and be crowned queen. She was almost as good as Sophie at acting, but sadly for her, she slipped every now and then, her true colors coming to life for a few milliseconds before hiding away behind the fearful little innocent smile.

She even managed to make William be on her side, I thought in anger, the image of Drew's brother appearing in my mind, his shouts towards me breaking my heart, the small satisfactory smile on Elle's lips making me crumble even more.

She can't win again, I promised myself.

Giving her a sweet smile, "I'm sorry Elle Brown, it was an accident." frowning dramatically, I pouted, "You don't think I'd do this on purpose, do you?"

I didn't wait for an answer, walking out of the toilets with a confident strut.

"Summer! Can... Can I ask you something?" Someone shouted from behind me, making me turn around and frown once again, the scrawny boy in front of me making me cringe at how underweight he was, "Can... Do you want to go to prom with me?"

There are pros and cons to being popular, and being asked out by strangers is definitely a con.

"Sorry, but I've already got a date," I apologized, before walking away towards my friends that were waiting for me near my locker.

"Have you dealt with it?" I asked Sophie, pulling her into a hug before fist-bumping Drew. These two people here are the only ones in the whole school that know my secret, the same way I know theirs.

I trusted them, but I had learned that, in life, trust is not something to throw around lightly, and that it's always best to keep something over everyone so that they can't turn around and stab you in the back.

Drew was gay, but he was also in a very, very, religious family. I had tried persuading him to come out, but after a few days, had decided to drop it, because not only did it seem like he was awfully uncomfortable, I would also lose my leverage if he walked out of the closet in a bright rainbow.

Sophie, now she was a special case. Everyone thought she was this dumb little blondie that flocked around the black queen, but in reality, she was one of the smartest people I knew, and also an amazing actress. She had moved to this school a couple of months after I had, when by then I had already become quite popular between the students. The only reason we ever started talking in the first place was that I had heard she was stupid, but then I saw her playing the piano at an alarming speed, her fingers flying over the keys and creating such a wonderful and moving melody I just had to step into the room.

The day I had told them I only had one foot was when we had to go to the swimming club with the school, and I had forgotten the paper my parents had prepared for me to skip it. Thankfully, Drew and Sophie managed to make up a very impressive lie, giving me the chance to scurry of home and have to deal with their questioning later.

"Yes, the flower is ready to sprout," Sophie giggled, making Drew slap her behind the head with a smile.

Not only did they know I only had one leg, but they also knew who had made it that way.

The school was quite empty at the moment because all the cheerleaders and football players where away, playing against our biggest enemy, the school in the neighboring town. I had never really gotten back into sports after losing my leg, so I didn't really pay much attention to it, but lots of students took it upon themselves to cheer our team on by skipping school and heading over to the game. It was a tradition by now, and only a few geeks and loners stayed at school, either because they wanted to spend extra time studying, or because they weren't interested one bit in the commotion, and preferred sleeping in class than screaming the names of all of our players.

Looking at my silver watch, I realized we still had time to catch the last bus before it left, "Shall we go to the game?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"Yes!" Sophie screamed, followed by a "Hell yeah!" from Drew.

I did want to see the face of Elle when she opened her locker, but we had already set up a camera for that, so there wasn't really a point. I guess I had no visible excuse to skip watching my boyfriend play, then.

"Come on then!" I giggled, walking quicker towards the glass door of the entrance, the sun shining on my brown skin as the wind blew through my afro-like hair.

The driver, who had already seen us, closed the back door of the bus, before closing the front one behind us.

I hated Elle for everything she had done to me, for everything she was doing to me, and what she would eventually do to me. I knew my revenge plan would break me, but hopefully, if I could for once chance the story, it would destroy her first.

I wanted her to break the way my bones did under the car. I wanted her to bleed as I had during surgery. I wanted her to heal, believing she could survive, before being broken down by the one thing we all think won't do anything. Words.

But in order to fulfill my plan, I would have to break myself down with her, expose my sins and scars, and wish for the best.

The plan is simple.

"I... Its time," I said, before taking a deep breath, leaning forward and taking my right shoe off, followed by the sock that had kept me safe from reality for so long.

Leaning back up, I looked to my left, Sophie sitting in the other chair opposite us with a bright smile on her face, her eyes sparkling from emotion, much like my own.

"We are here for you. You can do it,"

Drew hugged me, before giving me a peck on my forehead.

I was going to expose her and make her regret the day she met me for the first time.

Karma's a bitch.

I got inspired in class, and due to a small accident, ended up drawing this. Let me know what you guys think!