Bullied By O2L

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Hi! I started this book because i missed writing my other book 'bullied by magcon'. So, i thought i'd do a o2l version! hope you all like it!

Tatum's P.O.V

BA BA BEEP! BA BA BEEP!

My alarm clock shouted, waking me from my amazing slumber.

I drug myself out of my comfy bed and walked into the bathroom across the hall from my room.

I did whatever I had to do in there and slowly walked back into my room and over to the closet.

I picked out a tank top with a design, blue jeans with moccasins.

I grabbed my bag and left the house, being an only child sucks but when your parents are barely home anyway you get used to it.

As soon as I turned 6 my dad took more shifts at work and when I turned 10 my mom did the same.

I'm 15 and life is hell, but I mean who's life isn't?

I walked up to the school doors and opened them just as the bell rang.

Walking down the hallways it always felt like people were staring at me, judging me without knowing me.

I didn't really have many friends, so I walked alone a lot, which gave my bullies a good laugh.

"Well, Look who it is boys," He smirked shoving me into the locker.

"What the hell is she wearing?" The other one teased.

"Please, Stop," I whispered.

"Kian, shes begging," Sam growled.

Kian's grip on me tightened and he glared.

"Connor, Think we should give her what she deserves?" Jc spat at me.

"All for it," He laughed high fiving ricky.

Punch and Kick after Punch and Kick, it was a never ending nightmare.

Did anyone have a heart anymore? I mean whats it matter what I wear?

They finally stopped once the tardy bell rung, leaving me laying on the floor.

Maybe I should change myself, do something that will let me relieve stress, for me not anyone else.

I pulled myself off the floor, got my car keys and walked out of the school.

"Yo, Tatum!" Myles, The quarterback of the football team called to me, putting out his cigarette.

"Um, Yes?" I quietly spoke.

"Why are you skipping? You never do," He said walking over.

"Well, I just got beat up so im going to go change my whole look and do something for me so I feel good about myself," I sighed.

"I'll take you," He smiled.

Me and Myles were really good friends back in middle school.

"Okay, Let's go," I said as we walked towards his car.