After English, i'm sitting on the schools "loner" bench. But in terms of "loner" AT least 19 people are crowding around me, asking me questions i dont want to hear.
"You dont have a mum?"
"How do you feel?"
"Ella, really played dirty!"
"Boy, she was harsh right?"
"I cant believe she called you a B****, and idiot, thats such a human right breaker, don't you think?"
Izzy, Mia, Tegan, Emzie, Anz and Zaz, comfort me and I suddenly walk over it, not completly but in a way. Only one thing bugs me, when will i get it back? I cant get my guts out to ask her but i REALLY want to know. Anz, Zaz and Emzie are triplets and really confuse Mrs Witch. They kid that they should make her delerious and steal my phone back by playing triple with her. I laugh, but tell them that if they want detention for life, to go ahead.
"I think The witch and her daughter have gone well too far... Its time to act." i say, and each and everyone of them nod, and think in their own worlds of how to get back at Ella Agnes Lyla Dale.
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Teen FictionPurple haired girl Melody has suffered bullying from kids and adults everyday. When her only present from her mum is taken away from her, she suffers badly.
