Emma's

Emma locker her bedroom door. She could feel the tears running down her cheeks already. She slowly sank to the floor of her dim lit room; one hand still on the knob. Sob after sob escaped past the hand she pressed over her mouth. Even now, at the rock bottom of her humiliation, Emma couldn't risk letting her family know how she felt. This had been the worst day of her life.

It took several long minutes and a deep breathing exercise before Emma was about to stand and walk to her desk by the window. The last light of the setting sun was just visible above the suburban tree tops. Emma slumped down in the broken wooden chair her dad kept promising to fix, but never wood. Normally, she would have been proud of herself for not loosing it until she got back to the safety of her room, but she couldn't even feel good about that today.

Today, Emma had made the tragic mistake of trying to be brave. She had followed Sam's advice and asked her Clayton; the boy of her reams. It had ended in humiliation. It wasn't Clayton's fault, it was Lindsey who had humiliated her in front of everyone. Now Emma's life in high school was over. Maybe she could laugh it off. There were only a few months left in her senior year after all, but Emma knew this day would scar her forever.

Emma rested one elbow on her desk and flipped open her makeup mirror stand to have a look at herself. She was a little below average height. Skinny like a rake, and not in a good way. She had skin pale like she had never gone outside, a face full of motley freckles, and muddy red shoulder length hair. It was so curly there was nothing she could do with it that didn't end up frizzing everywhere. As her boob, well technically she had some. In short, Emma was a gangly, awkward, ginger loser. Total social outcast. Her body and shy attitude had made her bullied for as long as she could remember.

Is this gonna be the rest of my life? Is being treated like shit by everyone all I have to look forward too? I'm suck a fucking idiot!!!!!

She turned away from the mirror; too disgusted to even look at herself, and collapsed on her bed. Emma looked around her room. Even that was wrong and totally uncool. It was like a little kid's room. Dinosaur models, kids puzzles, things she made in art class years ago, video games posters...totally uncool. No wonder she didn't have any friends besides Sam.

Maybe I deserve this. Maybe I'm just a fucking loser, and this is what happens to losers. Nobody is gonna help me, and I sure as fuck cant help myself. So fuck it. I'm just never gonna leave my room again. Just Emma...the ugly duckling...all alone.

It was with a mind full of these thoughts that Emma drifted off to sleep__