Authors Note
Not revised/edited so don't go commenting how bad it is.
Kendall Arend's POV
After seven dreadful hours I walk back home with my pennyboard tucked into my arm. I would never take a school bus back home. That's like trying to commit suicide.
As I walk the corner of my street, the school bus drives pass. I feel cold, sticky liquid on my clothes and skin. A student from the bus had thrown a raspberry drink on me. I could hear all the people laughing at me. Some people had their heads out of the bus window, and were filming me. I tried not to show any emotion, but straight after the bus was out of site. I skated off to a nearby park, instead of going home.
Tears were streaming down my face, once I reached the park. I sat against a big tree, my back hitting the tree. A jolt of pain shot up my back. Hayden's rough push from earlier on today, didn't just create a tiny bruise. Instead it was a blue and purple coloured bruise mere to the size of a size eight shoe.
My head was resting on my knees, as my arms were wrapped around it. Sobs and tears escaped my lips. My sweatshirt was now stained in red, but I didn't care.
Why does life hate me so bad?
I don't even know why they don't like me. I'm a minor geek, with big, black glasses. But other than that I was normal. I played sport, but of course people don't know that. I'm probably even fitter than most of the cheerleaders in my school.
I guess I kind of thank bullying for making me a stronger person physically. Everyone would always tell me I was fat. So I go to the gym twice or thrice a week. I even run a mile every second day.
I guess I was thinking too much, that I lost track of time. I was supposed to be home forty-five minutes ago and it's getting dark. Mom and dad are most definitely going to kill me. I've never been this late before.
Around six minutes later, I unlock our front door trying to be quiet and not make the door creak, but end up unsuccessful.
"Kendall, is that you honey?" That was most definitely my mom.
Her head pops out from the kitchen door, asking where have I been. After replying that I just wanted to go to the park, and forgot about time she dismissed me to go get changed. I almost slipped out of her grasp, but she notices my sweatshirt stained as I'm half way up that stairs.
"Kendall, what is that on your shirt?" mom's eyebrows furrowed in confusion and was waiting for my answer.
I smoothly make up a lie saying "Oh this?" pointing to my shirt. "This was just the drink I spilled, I was walking home with it, but being clumsy me, I trip and it spills all over me."
I didn't want to lie to my parents about being bullied. If they ever found out, they would tell the teachers and principals, which would make things even worse for me.
I'm up in my own toilet that's connected to my bedroom, getting ready to take a shower. Pulling off my sticky clothes, I look at myself in the mirror. Stood in front of me was a girl with bruises all over her body.I could see my abs, that I worked for because of being bullied. Everytime I look at the multi coloured bruises, I always has little flashbacks of Hayden hitting me.
One particular moment when Hayden hit me last year, I could always remember.
*Flashback*
I came to school early that morning, Hayden and his football team was practicing on the field. I pretended like I didn't see them, and walked inside, into the hallways. I make my journey to my locker which is on the second floor. My long blonde hair that reached my waist kept swishing left to right. As I go up to my locker, I spot Hayden flirting with a bimbo, she was wearing our schools cheerleading outfit, and was giggling at Hayden. It was obvious she was one of those bimbos. Ugh, it makes me want to puke my breakfast out. Hayden was Jefferson High's biggest player. He would hump then dump them, leaving girls in tears. He didn't care though, he was a heartless monster. I unlock my locker, making Hayden and the bimbo turn their heads to me. Pretending I couldn't see Hayden smirking at me. I continue what I was doing. From my peripheral vision, I could see Hayden kissing the girl, and the girl leaving. That was my queue to leave, because if that girl isn't here he will hurt me. But it was too late, everyone was gone, leaving the hallways with only Hayden and I.
"Hayden, please" I whimper as I take steps back as Hayden steps forward.
Hayden suddenly throws a punch to my stomach, making me hunch forward in pain. He took this moment to kick me on my side, making me topple to the ground.
"You're a motherfucking dipshit Kendall! Noone likes you here, why don't you just leave this world. I'm just doing everyone a favor, they all want to do this to you. So I do it for them. Just fucking kill yourself." Hayden's words stuck at the back of my head.
Why don't you just leave this world, why don't you just leave this world, why don't you just leave this world. It was taunting me, but it would not get the best of me.
He would blow punches to my stomach, standing on my knee so I couldn't get up.
"Hayden, stoooop please" I kept trying to tell him in between groans of agony, but everytime I would say it, he would kick me in the ribs.
Before he finished, he threw a glass bottle at me, cutting my skin.
There I laid for hours, students would just walk past me, like I wasn't even there. Eventually though a teacher found me and sent me to the nurses. The nurses had to send me to hospital, because of how much damage was made to me.
I remember my parents rushing in asking what happened. I just said to them I fell from a flight of stairs from the top. They didn't quite believe me,still they let it go. But I knew they would ask again once I'm out of hospital.
*Flashback over*
Authors Note
So as you guys know this is my first book and I my goal is to complete it. I'm pretty proud of myself as this chapter has minimum cussing words.
I know the ending sucks, but I promise it will get better
This chapter is still on the same day as chapter one. It was just a flashback from the past.
Again I'm pretty proud of myself as this chapter has 1079 words, YAY
Thanks for reading
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Andrea
