Broken Pieces (Interracial)

Prologue

Alia's POV

I grab my skateboard, and yell out to my step-mom,

“Eileen, I'm going to school. Tell Sean I said bye!”

She clears her throat, “Uh Alia sweetheart, aren't you forgetting something?”

I look in the kitchen and smile, “Sorry…”

I give her a kiss then go to my step brother, Sean. I ruffle his hair and kiss him on the cheek. She smiles, “Okay sweetie have a nice day.”

I run outside, and think. It's not going to be a nice day…

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Well, here's a background of me....

I'm Alia Benson, I'm 17 years old. And I'm adopted, Eileen adopted me. But before I moved in with Eileen, I lived in California with my mum, but then my mum got really sick, and Eileen took me in. My mom died when I was 12 years old and that was the hardest moment in my life.

There's more to my story, I hate school. One, I have dyslexia which makes things harder for me academic wise, and Two; I get bullied for the things I love! I love skateboarding, playing piano, and I love One Direction!

Some may think why would I get bullied for that? Well, I go to school in the south side of Chicago so most kids I know are into rap, drugs, and sports. So, I'm kind of any outcast. Most people just ignore me, but there are three girls that make my life a living hell:

Mercedes

Indie

Pamela 

They are the prettiest and most popular girls in my school. And the labeled me as, “Dyslexie” because of my learning disability. I make it seem like it doesn't bother me, but it does.

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I look at my outfit; it's a black tank with gold letters that say

Keep Calm and Love ONE DIRECTION

With shorts, combat boots, and a black beanie cap. I smile, but then I frown. I know I am beautiful, but when you have three people telling you how ugly and worthless you are, you start to believe them and not yourself.

When I get to the front of the school on my skateboard, I feel my body being flung off of my skateboard

“Owh, shoot—”

When I look up I see Mercedes, Indie, and Pamela—who have labeled themselves as the “FAB3”. I do not understand why the named their “little clique” for, this isn’t Mean Girls. Mercedes who is dubbed as the leader, comes up to me and makes a pouty face,

"Aw…looks like little Dyslexie has a little boo—boo!”

I get up and pick up my skateboard, then I roll my eyes. I push past them, but Mercedes grabs me my the collar,

“Excuse me; did I say you can leave?”

I roll my eyes, “Get outta my face Mercedes!”

Pamela who is eating a lollipop takes it out of her mouth and points it toward my direction with much emphasis, “Who do you think you are talking to like that!?”

I sigh, “One I was talking to you Pamela, and two…I said GET OUTTA MY FACE MERCEDES! Did you hear that?” I once again try to push past them, but then I was pushed on the ground. I feel punches and kicks all over my body, when the school bell rings, they stop the beating.

I shake on the ground, and each of them spit on me. Mercedes chuckles,

“See in you class, Dyslexie.”

They all giggle and walk off. I stand up, and wipe the blood from my lip. I run to my locker and stuff my skateboard in it. I hurry and go to my first class: English 11. When I look around the only seat left is surrounded by Mercedes, Indie, and Pamela, I sigh deeply and take the seat, but on my way there, Indie sticks her leg out and trips me.

“Oops sorry, Dyslexie…”

Everyone starts laughing; Mr. Simmons clears his throat, “Take your seat Alia.” I roll my eyes, and do what I am told.

We're reading To Kill a Mockingbird and I hate it because one it's not even about a mockingbird and two, it's so boring. I pull out my iPod, and listen to the new One Direction single, Live While We're Young. That’s when Mr. Simmons pulls out my headphones,

“Alia, please pay attention or I'll confiscate your device.”

I nod, “Yes sir.”

"Can you please read the next paragraph for me?" I give him a worried look, but he gently smiles and gestures me to read, Mr. Simmons believes that I could be a smart student, if I only thought that about myself.

I sigh and try to read, “Y—you ne—never r—r…really? Um, under...under...understand.”

That's when Mercedes whispers really loud, so everyone can here, “What a retard!”

Everyone starts laughing loud, and tears swell in my eyes. Mr. Simmons flashes a look at the class and they stop. Mr. Simmons looks at me again and nods his head for me to continue,

“You never really understand a person un—until you c—consider things from his point of view…Until you cl—climb inside of his skin and m—walk around in it.”

Mr. Simmons smiles, at me and I look down. That's when Mercedes cracks a joke, ”Oh looks like Dyslexie isn't a retard after all!”

That's when I grab my stuff, and run out of the classroom, despite Mr. Simmons calls to me. I run to the bathroom, and cry. I don't go to 2nd 3rd or even 4th period; I just plug in my music and listen to the Up All Night album and Take Me Home album. I pull out my Take Me Home CD and weakly smile as I walk out the bathroom.

When I walk out she smiles wickedly, “We are not done with you Dyslexie.”

I try to run my Indie grabs me, Mercedes slaps my face and Pamela punches me in the nose, blood gushes out immediately.

She backs away, “Ewh, Mercedes look she almost got blood on me.”

That's when Mercedes punched me in the stomach, I hover over me while punching and kicking me. I crawl over to my CD, but Pamela beats it to me. She stomps on it, and they all laugh and walk away. I wipe the tears from my eyes; I pick up the broken pieces, go to my locker, get my skateboard and walk home.

I start humming the tune to I Would, but I stop when I see the FAB3 walking toward me, “Haven't you guys did enough?!”

Mercedes comes up to me, “No, not really. Alia you're a retard, I mean you're mentally challenged. That's why you can't read with your dyslexic ass.”

They all laugh, and she continues, “You're hideous, and that's why no one likes you in our school. And lastly no one loves you, and that is why you're adopted.”

That's when I lost it; I punched Mercedes in the face. This was the biggest mistake of my life. All three of them attack me, and it was the worst beating of the day because while they're beating me they're yelling out hurtful things.

Bastard

Useless

Worthless

Ugly

Retarded

Dirty

Whore

Slut

Cunt

The list goes on, and on. It seems like forever, but the finally stop beating me up and run off. I pick up my things and run home. I run upstairs to my room despite calls from Eileen. I plug in my headphones, and listen to the song that makes me feel good about myself

Little Things

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