I sit in the stall for a few more minutes after the girls leave. Quietly, I walk out and go to the counselors office.

"Hey, Mrs. Davis...." I squeak, almost happy to see the amazing woman.

"Hey, Hun! You ready to go home?" She happily bubbles.

" Well, I was wondering if I could talk to you first?" I stammer.

" Sure! What's up?" She asks, leading me to a sofa in the corner of her office. Her office was relatively big; big windows, mini fridge, personal bathroom, bookshelves. It was just calming.

I sat on the soft gray fabric.

" Um.... My... Friend likes this boy and.... These people know about it... She heard them in the bathroom and they said they would tell her crush that she likes him...." I quietly lie.

" I'm assuming this friend is important to you?" she questions. She already knew I was talking about me.

" Y.... yes ma'am...." I whisper. She walks over to me, holding out an open jar of cookies. I happily grab a few, slowly eating them.

" So, what is this crush. Can you tell me who it is and why she likes him?"

I look down, practically confessing to my parent's friend.

" His name is James... She likes him... Well... Because he is sweet. He's innocent, funny, and just an amazing person.. " I stammer.

She nods, her fingers covering her mouth, thinking of ways to stop the confession by a peer.

" Here, let's do this. If they say that to James, then just answer truthfully. If he asks about it, answer honestly. " she makes little motions with her hands, expressing the choices.

I nod.

"Alright." She stands , offering me a hand. I take it. We walk out to her car, getting in, and going to my house. As we drive down the road, I watch through the window. I see trees. I see children. I see.... Life. I don't feel that way on the inside. I feel dead. There isn't any life. I don't think there ever will be.

I jumps slightly as the radio turns on. I look over at Mrs. Davis, only to see her smiling at me. I smile a bit back. Turning my head back to the window, I relax. My favorite song comes on the radio. "Best Shot" by Jimmie Allan. Mrs. Davis knows this is my favorite song. I begin to sing.

'cause when you smile I see the sun sink down on coast out in California
And there's no doubt because of you I'm not the man I was before you
I'm not saying that I'm perfect, girl I know I'm not
But I'll love you, with everything I got
Girl I'll give you my best shot

The song continues as I sing, but son comes to an end. By this time, we were about five !United from our house.

" Wow! You have a great voice, Savannah! " Mrs. Davis exclaims.

" Oh, thank you... " I stutter quietly.

We drive the rest of the way silently, me being uncomfortable.

The car shuts off and the doors unlock. I unhook my belt and get out. I want for Mrs. Davis to appear. We both walk to the door. I knock, hearing a female voice saying to come in. I open the door, holding it for Mrs. Davis.

"Welcome home, Savannah." Mom says in a stressed voice.

" Hello, Mrs. Davis. How are you? " Mom asks. I

"Well, I'm just fine! How are you?"

"I'm just finishing cleaning.. These little guys are a real struggle." She jokes at the last part, acknowledging my brothers.

"Thanks for the ride, Mrs. Davis!" I say, grateful that I can ride with her and not on the bus.

She simply nods. She waves and leaves. I hear her car start, and soon drive away.

" Savannah, can you take your brothers to their rooms? " Mom asks. I don't know why I have to take Travis to his room. He's capable of moving, but I will do so. I grab his hand and lead him to his room. I then come back for Trevor. I pick him up, leaving him screaming for mom. Mom comes in and yells.

"Savannah!? Put him down! I said take him to his room! What is wrong with you?!" I look away.

" I'm sorry, ma'am. I'll take him to his room. " I say, gritting my teeth. I set him down and grab his hand, taking him to his room. Once I finish that, I go to my room. I shut the door and jump onto the bed, irritated.

' I was taking him to his room, hag. If you wanted it done so bad, you should have done it yourself.'

Social anxiety isn't good anywhere. Especially at home or school. School, there is a bunch of people who I don't know and who could be rude or could jump me. Home is a different thing. Home is people you know, yet are still afraid to talk to. That's why Mom gets irritated when I don't tell her stuff.

I hear Moms voice yelling for us. We all file downstairs. To the table, we sit in silence. Trevor, I'm the other hand, was on his tablet watching YouTube. That was a hassle. Travis picks his tablet up, going on YouTube.

"Uh-uh! Put it down! We're eating!" Mom says .

"But Trevor is on his tablet!" He says.

" First of all, we don't back talk. Second of all, worry about yourself ! " She yells.

"Yeah! I can be on my tablet because I'm little!" Trevor says.

Trevor is clearly her favorite. It's just obvious.

We finish eating and go back to our rooms, I get on my phone and text my friends; Zoey, Taylor, Addie, Samiya, Mariah, and Ginter.

I text them all hey and only Samiya replies. I ask if she wants to call, she agreeing. I call her, being greeted by her peppy voice.

"Hey, Savannah! What's up?" The female spoke.

" Hey... Um... Has.. Aniyah.... Said anything about me? " I question, nervous for the answer.

I hear a stressed sigh at the end of the line.

"Well, you see.... She has said things... "

"Can you tell me? And tell me if anyone else said anything?"

" Ok.. Well, two people that I know of talk about you... Aniyah and Janae... They both call you ugly and just insult you overall. "

"Wow... I don't understand why people can't just keep their mouths shut. Like, there is no reason to run your mouth over nothing. If you have something to say, say it to my face! I'm not wanting to suffer like last year!" I yell.

"I don't like it when people to and talk about me for no reason. I never speak to them and they have the nerve to put my name in their mouth. I mean, look at them! I'm ugly?! " I yell more, being angered at the thought.

"Calm down.... Also... What, exactly, happened last year?"

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