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(Y/n) age 14

(Y/n)POV

I absolutely hate it here.

I tried to make friends on the first day of school, but nobody wanted to be friends with the 'black girl'. So I ended up being the outcasted loner for my whole junior high career. This is fine by me honestly, the people here are all fake anyway. The girls talk behind my back, slut-shaming me and whatnot when I've never even had a boyfriend.

And the boys just stare at my figure, trying to get with me for the experience. I always turn them down.

'None of them fit my standards, and none of them have ever made my heart flutter. The only person that came close was...' I thought back to the one person I was truly missing right now.

I haven't heard from him in years, I wonder if he misses me as much as I missed him. My heart began to ache at the thought of him.

I quickly finished my lunch at my deserted lunch table, so I can sit alone in the bathroom stalls, so I don't have to deal with the constant stares. Plus I can listen to music and read in peace.

After I opened the bathroom door I felt my hair get pulled, dragging me into the bathroom. The person released me, throwing me against the bathroom wall as I slide down in pain. I look up to the group of girls that were always talking bad about me. What could they possibly want with me?

"I heard you were sexting my boyfriend, slut!" The ringleader named Fumi hissed out. "What?Who?" I asked confused "Don't play dumb, we know you've been texting Watari-kun!" One of Fumi's pet chihuahua's spoke up. "And where's your proof?"I asked nonchalantly.

"I don't have to prove anything to you, Watari-kun said everything himself, and it  sounds like something you would do." She pulled my hair standing me up just to punch me in my gut, almost making me throw up my lunch. I drop back to the floor clutching my stomach coughing, trying to hold down my food.

Now it clicked, Watari-kun from the basketball team, he asked me out like a week ago but I turned him down, knowing exactly what he wanted. He must've sicked his 'girlfriend' on me as revenge for turning him down. Now I'm getting pissed off at this point, no one wants to be friends, fine, leave me the fuck alone then. I look up to stare Fumi straight in her face.

"Get a fucking life already, doing this isn't going to get you anywhere. Your probably a junior high has-been waiting to happen." I spit at her shoes. She looks at me with disgust on her face. Fumi grabs my collar and lands a punches me square in my face, causing my nose to bleed. I push her back and dropped kicked her into her little clique, and they all stumble back.

I try to get off the floor quickly so I can dash the door, but one of the girls was faster. She drags me by my hair back into the bathroom where they begin to jump me. I was outnumbered, I couldn't even properly hit one girl. Someone smacked me while some else kicked me behind my legs, making me drop back down to the floor, where they begin to stomp on me, I tried covering my head, but that proved to be hard.

I started to feel something haven't felt in a while...

Anger.

I felt something snap in me, like a thread, wearing thin. Everyone that was stomping on me halted their motions when they saw me grab one of the girl's legs, raising it and kicking the other one from under her, landing hard on her back. I snapped my head towards Fumi who was standing in front of the mirrors, and I noticed my appearance in one of them.

My face is battered, bruised, and bleeding, my uniform is untucked with blood splatter on it, with my black zip-up hoodie barely over my shoulders. But one completely different thing was my eyes. They were completely taken over in a saturated rainbow color, right down to the whites of my eyes. I didn't even know my tears were no longer clear, but colorful, just like my eyes.