Kidnapped by Mr. Cleaver

It was the morning of my first year of high school, I was texting my best friends Olivia and Ruby at 5:00 am about how nervous and excited we were. Olivia wasn't nervous at all because she heard that her boyfriend from middle school was going to the same high school like us, we were going to Peryle High School. Madneer was another high school, both schools are the complete opposite, well almost. Madneer is full of logical and athletic students who one-uped us a lot, Peryle was full of cartoon/anime lovers. I was pretty jealous of the fact that she was the only one out of the three of us that had a boyfriend. People in her category always look for a chance to get a man, it's annoying.

We all belonged in a category at Peryle High School. The people in the category we were put into were the only ones we could talk to and sit with at lunch during school. Olivia belonged in the "Anime Artist" category, which meant that she took pride in everything she draws and looks for her so-called "Anime Lover-boy", Ruby belonged in the "Fanfic Reader" category, which meant that she believed in almost every fan-fiction story out there, from Batim(Bendy and the Ink Machine) to Cuphead, and me, I did not fit into any of the categories they had, and that meant that I was an outcast, doomed to sit by myself at lunch unless there is a teacher, my favorite teacher I might add, sitting with me. Mr. Cleaver was the only teacher that understood me and always had my back, he was the best.

Mr. Cleaver always let me have an extra day to turn in homework if I didn't finish, always gave me extra credit when I needed to get my grades up, and always tried to cheer me up when I felt down, it never failed. I still ended up by myself most of the time. I was left out, unappreciated, bullied, and always blamed for something I did not do. In other words, I was the only "Don't touch or even talk to her because she has cooties and she is not like us" kind of girl. Come to think of it, and I am being honest about this, he was the one who kept me from trying to kill myself, but he is never like that to anyone else, sure I might be his favorite, but it feels wrong somehow.