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Story Of Mayella Cullen
I debated on staying there, my legs curled to my chest until it was over, but I knew I had to get up. I didn't want everyone looking at me. Picking myself up, I looked through blurry eyes. Everyone was laughing. Even the boy in the back. I blubbered silently as I picked up my stuff and practically ran to the desk in the back. Unfortunately, I was next to the boy with long hair.
I threw my head down on the table and pretended to write the notes, but really, I just sat there, and cried.
TWILIGHT
Lunch rolls around. My stomach is killing me from not eating alot of breakfast today. I head down to the cafeteria and grab a tray of a full size lunch. Out side of the line, I search around for an empty table. None. My heart begins to hurt as I think of the possibilities of me eating upstairs, or outside. No, I can't let me tripping once ruin my whole day, I've made friends in my school, I can make friends here!…I hope.
Walking forward, carefully I make my way to the emptiest table, all the way at the back of the cafeteria. I walk by this one table, with a kid from my math class and I hear "Hey, what's up Murphy." I stop when I realize he's talking to me. "Murphy?" I question, I don't know how he got Murphy out of Mayella. "Yeah, Murphy's Law, What can go wrong will!" The entire table and the table next to them uproar in laughter.
Tears start to fall again. Turning around I made my way through the table's of criticizing eyes to the targeted one. Only one person is sitting at this table.
The table was a long, rectangular table that looked like a bunch of shorter ones pushed together. Sitting down as far away from the other person I could get, I stared down at the food that magically didn't look appetizing anymore.
Out of the corner of my eye, the other person gets up and moves. My heart closes in on itself. Tears start to flow freely as I stare at my tray. I'm breathing normally, but the tears won't stop.
Before I knew it, the guy who called my Murphy was standing at my table with his Posse. His hands were on his hips and a large grin was stretched across his face. "Hey Murphy, you want me to take that banana so you don't slip on the peel later?" his friends all laugh.


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