Y/n is a girl that used to go to school with this odd boy, in middle school everyone disliked him, y/n didn't know why but she kept quiet, until high-school that is.
First fan-fic I'm making dont make fun of me, give me constructive criticism please...
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In middle school y/n was a normal student. Average grades, some friends..
Well the thing is, y/n didn't like having "friends" but she also did? She was scared of the thought of them turning on her and telling her secrets, so she was distant from these, "friends"
There was a boy that was in almost all of her classes he was disliked by most of everyone, like he was out casted, he seemed down all the time. Y/n wanted to see what's wrong but she couldn't bring herself to say anything so she left it at that.
One morning when she was in class searching through her backpack for her math book, something hit her on her head. She got startled and looked over to where the object had come from. It came from a desk on her left, it was her "friend". The "friend" said to meet her after school. So, y/n did.
"What?"
"What are you doing?!"
"H-hey! Don't mess with that!"
That day after school, y/n had walked home with wet clothes, ripped papers, and a beat up backpack. Y/n's "friend" had showed up with 3 other girls and messed with her and laughed at her for being weird and distant, and said that y/n a worthless nobody that has nothing to live for, that she was similar to that one weird boy. . . . . . . y/n p.o.v
That really hurt, I didn't cry though, because it would show that I was weak. Right? And I wanted to fight but I couldn't because, because, I am weak..
I went to school the next day, everyone hated me. I was now the outcast I was actually nothing. I feel bad for people who have this situation..
Like that one kid.
I looked over at the kid who got treated worse then I probably did and I felt guilt for thinking I had it bad, I looked away. I hate this. I hate these girls. I hate this feeling of being, nothing. I hate everything. I looked back at him, I started to move my leg out from under my desk and was now facing by body towards the kid but face looking at the chalk board in front of the classroom. Its break in 5 minutes, when break starts I'm going to talk to him.
The teacher was talking about something like ratios, fractions, I don't know, I picked up small things from her lesson, but I wasn't focusing on that right now, I'm looking at the clock I have 3 more minutes till it's time.
. . 2 . . 1
. . . "Ok class we have break till.. 10:45, have your science journal out by the time break is over please. "
There it is, I looked back at that kid about to get up but, something caught my attention.. He's reading I don't want to interrupt him, uh what should I do now?
