Welcome To Loserville, Population: Me

Chapter 1-Mean

Hi people. I really wanted to write this story... it just came to me.. it was like an epiphany... i just hope I can do 2 stories at once... i'll be overwhelmed.. since I can only update on weekends.. when I dont have school... yaaaa... but I will manage.. and if u havent heard the glee song  loser like me already.. you have to listen to it... the song is actually what gave me my inspiration. So I hope you like it..

I'll stop my rambling now.....

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 Well you can take me down with just one single blow
but you don't know, what you don't know...

Someday I'll be living in a big ol' city
And all you're ever going to be is mean
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever going to be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean?
"Mean" Taylor Swift

Chapter 1

"Hey Sam," Chris Banks called.

Chris Banks is one of those Jock people. He's the leader of his posse, which includes Gavin Mitchell, Avery Clemens, Marcus Faison, and a couple other guys that do everything that Chris tells them to do. And I mean everything. If Chris says punch him, they do. If Chris says f*ck her, they do. If Chris says stick your head in the toilet until you feel like you're going to pass out, I promise you they will.

"Where're you going?" Chris asked. It was the end of the school day but I couldn't just get my stuff out of my locker in peace. I should have known better anyway, it's nothing new. But one can dream. "Just getting my stuff out of my locker," I said pretending to be cool.

They walked a little closer to me, and I backed away. I shut my locker and slung my bookbag over my shoulder. "Well, nice talking to you guys but I got to go," I said quickly and attempted to walk to the parking lot.

That sad attempt failed.

"Not even your spider legs can get away from us," Chris said. He made a gesture to the boys and Gavin and Marcus picked me up onto their shoulders and started making their way to the janitor's closet.

"Uh, guys? Can you please put me down because I really need to get home-" I was cut off by Gavin and Marcus dropping me to the floor. "Thanks guys," I said shocked that they had actually put me down.

I was about to run away when I saw Chris pull out a bundle of keys. "We put you down, but you're not going home," he sneered. Then Gavin pushed me into the janitors closet, which we had now reached, and closed the door. I heard the click of the door being locked. The last thing I heard was fading laughter, and then nothing.

F*ck. How was I supposed to get out of here? I should've seen this coming. These boys never leave me alone. This is my typical life in high school. Getting pushed around by the jocks, and being made fun of by the barbies. I only had one real friend, Veronica Letterman, and I can't even call her my friend. She's basically my best-friend-when-she-wants-to-be. She's the kind of person that really wants to be one of the stuck up blondes at my school and she is blonde. But they've decided that she isn't good enough for them, so she's joined the other girls that worship them. But don't think that I'm one of those girls. No. I'm not even close. I'm just with her for the perks, or perk I guess. I only talk to her so I can have at least one friend in this stuck up rich school.

Yes, this school is for rich people. And no, I'm not poor. I guess I'm kind of wealthy. Wealthy enough to go to this school at least. The reason I just don't go to the local public school is because I like the school lunch, the clean bathrooms, and the good teachers. Other than that, this school is a hell hole. I don't even know what I did to deserve this kind of treatment. I never did anything wrong. My high school life was perfectly fine in freshman year. But after that, I was like the main target for harrasing. I really have no idea why.