Easy Essie and Scary Mary - Episode 1
by Sarah Hawley
I broke up with Derek last night.
It sucks.
I liked him, but he kept pressuring me to have sex.
And I’m just not ready.
I walk into my first class of the day.
Immediately, people start whispering.
Hey, Essie.
The cheerleader smirks at me.
I heard Derek had fun last night.
What are you talking about?
She shrugs, and her friends giggle.
I heard that once he got you in bed…
He got bored.
Dumped you the way everyone kept telling him to.
My stomach drops. I feel dizzy.
That’s not true.
I dumped HIM!
And we never slept together.
Tina rolls her eyes.
Sure, Essie.
Class starts after that, but I can’t focus.
Is Derek seriously telling people we had sex?
And that HE broke up with ME?
What a jerk.
The bell rings, and I shove my book in my bag, still fuming.
See ya later, Essie…
Or should I say…Easy?
Since you gave it up so quick.
The other kids explode into laughter.
My cheeks burn.
Suddenly, Mary Higgins slaps her hand on Tina’s desk.
Don’t be a jerk, Tina.
Essie told you what really happened.
I gape at her, surprised she came to my defense.
Mary — otherwise known as Scary Mary — is the class rebel.
She’s super hot, with purple hair and a bunch of piercings.
I’ve always been intimidated by her.
Tina huffs.
Whatever, Scary Mary.
She snaps her fingers.
Come on, girls. We’ve been around these losers long enough.
She leaves with her friends.
I bite my lip, feeling nervous.
I’ve always had a bit of a crush on Mary…
Even though she supposedly burned down a house.
Thank you for defending me.
She shrugs.
I hate seeing Tina bully people.
And why doesn’t he get a nickname, too?
It’s a double standard.
I know. It’s not fair.
But in this case, I really didn’t sleep with Derek.
And I broke up with him!
I believe you.
But why is he lying?
Because high school boys have fragile egos.
He needs to save face.
The school tennis star, dumped by a nerd?
People would have teased him for it.
I narrow my eyes at her.
A nerd?
Hey, I don’t think being a nerd is a bad thing.
But you gotta admit, you have a goody two-shoes reputation:
Top of the class, always on her best behavior.
Unlike you?
Mary grins at me.
You’d be surprised at my grades.
Anyway, give it a few days.
The rumors will die down.
I sigh.
I sure hope so.
The rumors don’t stop.
Over the next two weeks…
Not a day goes by without someone calling me "Easy."
The latest happens when I’m leaving the cafeteria.
Hey, it’s Easy Essie!
I don’t even know the boy shouting at me.
Nearby, I see Derek leaning against his locker.
He’s laughing.
Tears prick my eyes.
I turn and run out the school doors.
It’s a beautiful day, but I don’t see it.
I fling my backpack to the ground…
Then turn and kick the wall.
UGH!
Bad day, huh?
I jump and turn to see Mary leaning against the brick.
Her face is tipped up to the sun.
Cute freckles spatter her cheeks.
They’re still calling me Easy Essie.
Mary winces.
Yeah, they’ve been calling me Scary Mary for two years now.
I was hoping that didn’t happen to you.
What do I do?
She shrugs.
There’s not much you CAN do.
The more upset you act, the worse it’ll get.
I can’t just ignore it.
Why not?
Because it isn’t fair!
I kick the wall again, then wince at the sharp pain in my toe.
Ow!
Mary pushes off the wall and kneels at my feet.
Let me see.
She slips off my shoe, then examines my foot.
What are you—
I’m going into pre-med next year.
I want to make sure it isn’t broken.
She does a quick exam, asking me questions.
I stare at her, baffled by this turn of events.
Scary Mary, class rebel, is diagnosing my hurt toe.
And she’s going into pre-med?
You’ll be fine.
Ice it if the swelling gets worse.
She puts my shoe back on, then stands up.
I gape at her.
What?
I didn’t know…
Mary rolls her eyes.
That I’m smart?
I didn’t mean it like that.
But you’re nothing like what people say about you.
Her lips curve in a sly smile.
Let me guess…you heard the rumor about me burning down a house?
Well…
And the one where I practice black magic?
Maybe…
And the one about how I collect shrunken heads?
My eyes widen.
What? No!
She laughs.
That’s because I just made that one up.
Most of the rumors in this school are made up.
Tina saw my piercings and hair…
And decided to start some drama.
She shrugs.
But I like the way I look.
She grabs my hand.
My heart races at the touch.
Let’s do something fun after school.
Forget Tina and Derek.
They can say whatever they want…
But you don’t have to let it torment you.
I swallow hard.
My palm is starting to sweat.
Can she tell how nervous I am?
Um…okay.
I’d really like that.
She grins.
Perfect.
Easy Essie and Scary Mary.
We’re going to have a blast.
It’s maybe the best day I’ve had all year.
We go to the local amusement park.
I scream all the way down the roller coaster…
While Mary laughs at me.
Later, we get ice cream.
When I make fun of her extra-extra chocolate…
She shoves it in my face.
My nose ends up covered in ice cream.
I double over laughing.
You’re horrible!
That’s why they call me Scary Mary!
I straighten back up, still smiling.
You aren’t, though.
You aren’t scary at all.
In fact…
Mary steps closer.
Yeah?
I swallow hard.
I’ve always worried about how people see me.
But Mary taught me I can’t control that.
I just have to be true to myself.
I like you a lot.
Mary’s grin lights up her face.
I like you, too.
Then she leans in and kisses me.
Her mouth tastes like chocolate.
I sink my hands into her purple hair.
Here I am, Easy Essie…
Kissing a girl in public.
And nothing has ever felt so right.
Three months later, I give the valedictorian speech at graduation:
First of all, I’d like to thank everyone who supported me on this journey.
My family and friends…
And my wonderful girlfriend, Mary.
Mary beams at me from her chair.
Her hair is green now, which clashes with the red graduation attire.
She looks amazing.
Someone shouts from the back of the crowd.
Easy Essie!
There are a few giggles.
But it isn’t just my fellow students here.
It’s parents and teachers, friends and family.
The world is bigger than a few bullies.
I straighten my shoulders.
I’ve learned some hard lessons in high school.
One is that you can’t control what people say about you.
I look at Derek when I say this.
He hunches in his chair, tipping his cap down.
Some will try to tear you down because they feel weak.
That reflects on them, not you.
I focus on other faces in the crowd.
The quiet kids, the nerdy ones, the outcasts.
Forget the nicknames.
You are perfect, just as you are.
And you have a bright future ahead of you.
Go with hope and confidence.
And most of all…
I look at Mary again.
It feels like my whole world revolves around her smile.
Go with love.
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