*Makayla's POV*
Monday. It's my dreaded day. I go to school every week Monday to Friday like normal people. Bu they don't have to worry about being picked on. Reagan picks on me most though. She gets crueler sometimes. She scratches, slaps, kicks, punched, and once shoved me so hard I fell and almost got a concussion. She was the most popular girl in school and whatever she did, others would follow her actions.
Even if Reagan wasn't here, people would still bully and pick on me probably. No one cared. Reagan was right the day that she said that. Maybe I should kill myself. Well. Let's try one more day.
I sighed picking up my bag near the door.
"You eating Mac?" Matt says concerned
"No." I utter quietly.
"Are you alright?" He asks worriedly. I just stood there staring at a speck of dust floating in front of me. "Makayla!?"
"Hmmm. No I'm just not… hungry." I lie.
"Oh. Well. What do you want for dinner later?"
"Uhm. Whatever you want." I say shrugging.
"Okay. Have a good day at school. Call me if you have any problems." He says causing me to look at hime quizzically.
"Don't you have work?" I ask
"No. I always get the third Monday of the month off. Silly don't you remember?" He laughs quietly as my face turns a slight shade of pink.
"Oh. Yeah. I uhm. I knew that." I say sarcastically shaking my head.
"Mhm. Now get your arse to school young lady." he says smiling at me.
"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah." I say rolling my eyes.
"Bye Mac." he says waving.
"Bye." I say blandly
I really really don't want to be going to school right now. I can't wait to get out of that place. But I don't want to go into 'The Real World' either. Thats why I'll probably just kill myself.
*Matt's POV*
Why does she always act like that? Why does she never eat? Why does she never wear short sleeve shirts and pretty clothes like other girls? Why does she never say 'Hey Matt can I have friends over?' or 'Matt can I go to my friends party on Friday?' I used to always go to parties and have friends over in high school. Maybe she's just anti-social.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
"SHIT!" I curse as I run to the stove where the bacon is burning. I quickly move it off the oven. I sigh in relief after turning the flame off. "Damn." the bacon was shot. Now I have to go buy more. I sigh and run to the closet grabbing my sweatshirt. My old track sweatshirt with my name and number on the back.
"SCOTT"
"5"
Thats what it said. My dads lucky number was 5, and so is mine. I think it was because Scott has 5 letters in it.
I quickly run out the door. It was a mild day and I had good shoes on. Why not jog to the store for a change. I begin to jog at a slow pace. I then pass a familiar house. James' house. I saw James outside with some other kid. I decided to check out who it was. His head was buzzed and he had on a plaid shirt, some baggy jeans and white converse. I walk up the drive way and James sees me and smiles at me with a small wave. I return the gesture. The kid that had his back to me turned around and I recognized him immediately.
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Your Guardian Angel || Liam Payne {Completed}
Teen Fiction{Completed} Book 1 in the "Your Guardian Angel" Series. Makayla is a broken girl who to her brother, Matthew, appears happy. What he doesn't know is that ever since his parents death when she was five and he was eight, Makayla's been picked on at...
