Bullied.

Chapter 1- Fuck....

(For all you Dennel readers I found out how to post on the library computers.... Once I get my flash drive the chapter will be up)

She grabbed me by the waist and slammed me into the locker.

         "How do you like that!!!" She screamed. I moaned in pain. She kicked me in the stomach causing me to fall to the ground. "Fucking fatass" She mumbled.

        "Fuck you." I said with the air I had left. She laughed and walked away. I stayed on the ground staring at the lockers ahead of me. It was the first day at this school and I already was being treated like shit. At my old school I was popular. I HAD friends. What happened?

         "Hey uh... Do you need help?" A distant voice said. I looked over. It was an older man. I nodded my head. "Here we go" He said grabbing me by the waist to lift me up. He quickly grabbed my stuff off the floor and handed it to me. He was skinny, and had brown hair and blue eyes. He seemed about in his 20's. "My name is Mr. Rich, I'm the principal here." I nodded my head once again not wanting to talk. "So... Might I ask. Why are you the only one in the hallway, and why were you on the floor?" I tensed up at his question. "Wait... Let me guess... Demetria did this to you?"

         "Wh-" I cleared my voice. "Who?" He let out a little laugh.

         "She's hard to miss. I mean the girls got blue hair." I weakly smiled and nodded for a third time. He put his hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. "Don't let the bitch get to you." I giggled a little bit because of his choice of words. "Oh... And I don't mean to be rude. But what's your name?".

         "Rachel." I answered. "Rachel Wolf." He put his hands through his gelled up hair.

         "Ahhhh you're the new kid. I see, I see.... Hey listen, Demi is a good kid. She just-" He leaned in closer "Needs friends.... No one has seemed to get on her good side though..." I smiled but it quickly faded when it dawned on me about what he had just said.

         "So are you implying that I should get on her good side?" He stared at the ground while fiddling with his fingers then after a moment looked up at me.

         "Just.... Try" He said. His blue eyes sparkled from the lights in the hallway. It was hard to say no to him. He just had... One of those faces. 

         "Fine... I'll try..." A smile lit up on his face.

         "Alright. Lets get you to class. What room?"

         "312b" I answered quickly. He took my stuff out of my hands and motioned me to walk with him. We walked down the hallway to find the classroom located on the way end to the right.

         "Right in here." He opened the door for me and introduced me to the class. Everyone was smiling at me but one person... Demi. "Rachel why don't you sit next to Demi." I spun around and looked at him. His eyes pleaded for me to get on her good side. I turned back around and started heading to the desk next to the grinning Demi. I threw my stuff down and looked to the front of the classroom. Mr. Rich put his hands together. "Alright. Treat the new girl right. I'm done here he said as he headed towards the door. Sorry for interrupting your class Mrs. Spike."

         "Its alright." The old woman (Mrs. Spike) said. Once Mr. Rich was out of the room she cleared her throat. "Alright class I'm gonna hand out these papers, work on them with your neighbor." I looked over to Demi who was surprisingly not paying any attention to me. Once we both got our sheet Demi spoke up.

          "So. How has your day been?" She said smiling. I glanced at her. 

          "Well... I so far have no friends, you threw me into a locker, kicked me, called me a fatass.... Let me think.... Pretty shitty." She smirked.

         "Good." She laughed bitterly. I bit my lip in nervousness. She was very intimidating. She had tattoos all up and down her arms.

         "How has your day been?" I asked trying my hardest not to scream at her because of how much of a bitch she was being. She thought for a second.

         "Pretty crappy... I mean we're practically in jail for 7 hours...." 

          "Do you even know my name?" I asked looking at her. She turned her head around. I got to see her face up close.... Wow... 

         "No I don't...... Why are you looking at me like that?!" She said with a harsh tone.

         "Damn you're really pretty." I said admittedly regretting it. I wasn't kidding. Even though she slammed me into a locker and basically ruined my day I couldn't help it. 

         "Fuck off" She mumbled.

         "What? I'm speaking the truth.... By the way my name is Rachel" She looked at me in confusion.

         "Why are you being nice to me?" She asked. I could tell that she got pushed around herself.

         "I'm not." I whispered.

         "What do you mean you're not?!" She raised her voice. "I'm not fucking pretty, never was. God damn it! Stop lying to me!!!!" I laughed.

         "I'm not lying. No need to raise your voice." I said in a softer tone with my hands raised up in the air. She mumbled something under her breath and scribbled random shit on her paper. The bell rung to dismiss us all. Thank god.

         "Watch out bitch. I'm coming for part two." She growled. I stared at her walking out of the classroom in disbelief. This is gonna take awhile...