No, That's Becky =-bootz-=

This is based off of an experience that happened to me. I rewrote some of the parts a little and made the main character (based off of me) a little nicer than I was (which isn't saying much). I hope you don't think of it too harshly, it has a moral! I learned something and I hope you will too!



There was this girl Becky in my homeroom. Becky wasn't too attractive, she dressed goth (which at our school is like the sin against humanity - I have nothing against it), she hung around with some wierd people, her voice cracked when she talked, she wasn't smart, and she wasn't athletic. In all honesty superficially it seemed Becky didn't have a lot going for her (I sound like such a horrible person saying that but I'm going to be truthful about it).

So a lot of my friends picked her to - what else - taunt and harrass. I never did it to her face but when they would make jokes I would laugh or make one of my own. One time I was talking to my friend and I was like "Wow Becky er...", y'know little things like that.

The kids used to harass this girl. She liked this guy but he wouldn't give her the time of day, and then he told her he was going to another highschool so she transferred to it (he didn't go - he lied).

We all thought it was so funny. Putting this person down, and when we would see her in the hallway we would say hi to her and then laugh.

When we got our yearbook she came up to me and asked me to sign it. At first I pretended I didn't notice her but she came kind of bluntly and said 'could you sign it'.

I looked at her and almost wanted to say something mean but I held back and signed it saying 'call me' and leaving a different number. We laughed about that later.

It was graduation week. Her name was only one letter away from mine so I had to sit next to her and that was like the biggest jokefest ever. They were making fun of her because she was overweight asking stupid questions.

And I remember this day so well. We were sitting through the rehearsal speeches (borefest) and she was like 'you're a nice person'. I looked at her and was like 'what?'.

'Well you're the nicest popular guy in the school. All the other ones would make fun of me but you never did and you always said hi to me - like genuinely. You were different and I remember when my friends would tell me how nice you were and I didn't believe it because I thought you were another trendy (aka popular person). But you can't judge people by first judgement' she said.

In the opposite of the grinch my heart shrunk three sizes that day. A frog rose in my throat, I couldn't talk, and all the horrible things I had done rushed through my head. And here she had told me everything I had to learn about people - that people aren't just what they look like, that there are people inside the body shell.

It may have been a little late but we made friends. We talked forever the day before graduation and then when we did the ceremony and I recieved my awards (this gpa award and for participating in the community and extracurricular stuff) everytime I came back she said I did it great.

The last thing I said to her was kind of a coming clean. We were all out and she grabbed me and took a picture with me. I met her parents and before she left I said 'sorry'.

She looked at me curiously and asked why.

I didn't have the heart to tell her how hateful I had been. So I said 'I wrote down the wrong number'.

I remember it perfectly. For once she didn't seem like the mutant we had made her feel like in the beginning of the year - she wasn't a mutant. She had a soul inside of her, she had a smile that could melt your heart, and she had an innocence about her.

I made it an obligation not to make fun of anyone this year. I tried my hardest to restrain myself. I remember seeing her once when I was driving away from school with my friend and he said 'look it's the freak from last year'.

And I said 'No, that's Becky'.

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