Preston Arvard High.
Home to all the prestigious, extremely rich kid's. A school with high education, the best teacher's and great school facilities.
Where you're future is in good hands.
That's what everyone sees, it's hard to get accepted into this school but if you do get accepted, you're blessed. Wear the school uniform with pride and be proud to be in a school with proper, disciplined pupil's.
That's what they tell everyone and that is what they see.
If only you knew about the bullying in this prestigious school and the lucky kid's that are privileged enough to be bullied. Students like me that constantly have to suffer in the hands of our peers, and they talk about discipline.
I don't see that.
My bullies in this school have non of that. They don't care about the pain they make me go through, they don't care about the stains on my cheeks that they caused. They don't care about anything. The forced homework and assignments that they make me do everyday and if that isn't enough, the bullying comes in afterwards.
As I quickly walk down the school hallway with my head hung low, my only view is the carrara marble floor. Voices fill the air with my peers conversing with their friends about Nino's party that was hosted last weekend and also about the latest gossip.
The same party that I saw Gale and Beradi for the first time in year's. I really wish I never went.
Life is funny.
I stare at the shiny blue-grey marble floor with my hands clasped tightly on my schoolbag strap.
As I reach my locker –as expected the encouraging notes I receive everyday are there. I remove the note from my locker stuffing it in my blouse. I never read this notes, I already know what is written on them.
I unlock my locker pulling out my chemistry blinder and maths assignment, suddenly my locker is slammed shut with excessive force and I'm with it slammed hard against my locker door. I wince when my head hits the locker door.
That's gonna leave a bump.
I look up at my number one bully.
Sy Inkanito.
"I got a C from that stupid essay you gave me!" He says furiously, slamming me against the locker once again.
It's been an everyday thing in this school since I transferred and if I say so myself it's better than my previous school.
Here they bully you for nothing, in my previous school they bullied you based on you're mental problems.
Preston finds entertainment in my struggle.
"I'm... I'm...sorry."
"You better be, the next time I expect an A not a bloody C!" He says in my face, spit droplets coming out of his mouth as he raises his voice at me.
"I think you need to remember, next time I won't be this nice."
Sy punches me in the gut and throws me on the floor. Stepping on my hand if that wasn't enough.
I bite my lip, just hold it in Arizona.
Just hold it in.
The school bell rings and everyone scatters to their classes. I slowly get up, my stomach paining from the blow I was given.
Some who pass by me smile at my misery, in my face.
I pick up my bag slowly and open my locker once again pulling out the rest of my stuff.
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The Beginning Of My Ending (On Hold)
Teen FictionHeart logic and Mind logic are often two very different things. It has to feel right to make sense and if it doesn't feel right but it seems to make sense. It feels right but it's wrong. It sounds right but it feels wrong. With the world around us...
