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Like every other teenager, I was still in bed sleeping, dreaming, escaping. I awoke to hearing my name being hollered into my room. Still drowsy and confused, I looked over at the clock on the small wardrobe beside my bed. I scanned the horizon with half closed eyes until I found a blurry green light. I squinted my eyes to get a better look. 7:26am, I shot up from my warm, engulfing blankets and immediately started looking for something to wear.
After changing into a band shirt, black jeans, and slipping on my red Toms, I gathered my red-dyed curls into a high ponytail. Washed my face and applied some make-up. I couldn't believe it. I was going to be late on the first day of school! I gathered my supplies and brushed my teeth.
As I ran out the door that I soon closed behind me, I saw my mum waiting for me in the car with an impatient expression. She noticed how rushed I was and didnt say anything. Suddenly, I realized I had forgotten my phone on my wardobe. She gave me the keys to the house and I scampered inside to retrieve the device.
On my way to school, I thought of how much I had suffered and how far I've come along. I have had a rough past. Elementary and middle school were the worst years of my life. The thought of high school frightened me but also gave me a tingling hint of excitement. I knew it was only a short time before Austin, my bully, would get tired and forget about my existance. Well, I hoped.
Sure enough, entering high school he stopped. Freshman year was the most memorable year because, for a long time I had not recieved insults, abuse, nothing. God and faith had been my guardians aside from my friends. Apart from that, I couldnt wait for my first day of sophomore year! Another year of peace and anti-bullying. Or, so I thought.
I arrived just as the school bell rang. You could say I was saved by the bell. Pulling out my schedule, I quickly tried memorizing my classroom numbers. I scurried over to find my first class period, English 10. As I walked in, I noticed some of my friends. I hurriedly walked towards the back of the room, anxious to hug them.
While settling in, I hadnt noticed the amount of teens in the room. One in particular caught my attention. I recognized that laughter from a mile away. The flashbacks momentarily started flooding my mind, drowning my excitement and tranquility. Thats when it all hit me. Austin Mahone, was in the same class. My worst nightmare has now turned to reality.
I couldnt believe what was happening. My heart sunk, I felt a chill go down my back, and at the same time, I froze in fear. With watery eyes and speechless, I watched the intimidating green eyes that caught hold of my sight and glared at my emotionless self. Not knowing what to do, I hid my face in between my bag and sweater that was on my desk. Olly, my best friend, asked what was wrong. All I did was nudge my head beckoning her to Austin's direction. She looked over and quickly understood what in fact was wrong.
Class went on and I tried as hard as I could not to make any contact with him. But to my disadvantage, the teacher made a seating chart and he started assigning desks to students as he walked through each row. I heard my name and walked towards the desk that I was given to. A few seconds later I heard the teacher say, "Austin Mahone, you will be sitting here." Internally, I shattered to pieces. He was going to be sitting right behind me. How could this be happening to me? Why would life be so cruel to me? What have I done to recieve such punishment?
I gave a grunt of disgust as I slid forward to hide into my sweater. Austin tapped my shoulder but I made no effort in looking back. Suddendly, I felt two strong hands grip my arms and pull me back. I yelped in pain as his thumbs dug into my skin. He immediately let go, got up to stand beside me, and apologized with a somewhat sincere tone. I let a single tear fall from my eyes.
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Madness
Fanfiction(Austin Mahone/Harry Styles) Does the bully know what he's getting himself into? Does the bullied know what she's getting into? People find love with the most unexpected people. Sometimes you think it's love, maybe it's just madness.