A Conversation I Wasn't Supposed to Hear-CNF

Ugh, third period! I hate this class; I just want to go home! I think to myself. I was already having a bad day, and didn't want it ti get worse. "Whatever, I just want to get it over with." I mumble under my breath. As I walk to third, I overhear two girls. "EW!" Do you see that girl?" One of them says. "No, where is she?" her friend asks. "She's walking past us," "Oh, I see her." I start to hesitate, then quicken my pace. "They're not talking about me, they're probably talking about a different girl", I reassure myself. "She's wearing a white Hollister shirt, black shorts, and blue Vans." I freeze, feeling totally self-conscious. "Ok, what about her?" her friend asks confusedly. "Isn't she really ugly?" her friend snickers, pointing at me. "Yeah, she's so ugly. She probably doesn't have an friends!" the other girl replies, joining her friend's laughter. By this time, I"m completely mortified. I feel my self-esteem drop a few degrees. I try not to let them bother me, but tears slide down my face. I break into a full out run. I hear laughs behind me. Why? Why are they being so mean to me? I don't even know them. Why would they want to hurt me? I walk into class a few minutes late, with puffy red eyes and dried tears on my face. The short walk to my desk feels like a walk of shame, all eyes are on me. I keep my head, drop my backpack on the floor, the thud magnified by the silence. Stares if pity and sympathy are burning straight to my heart. All I could do is wonder what I did to deserve this torture.