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Ella's pov

I heard his terrifying voice and winced. It took every part of me to give them a smile back.

"Why the fuck do you keep smiling. You look worse that way, actually you look terrible both ways but it makes me happier when your sad." Harry said a evil smirk playing across his face.

I just kept shut though. I also stopped talking the year my mom died. I was only 6 at the time but I loved her so much and I still do. It affected my life a lot. And the worst part was she didn't even have a grave. My dad burned her in front of me. I WAS ONLY 6. No one knows about my family everyone thinks I have a perfect one with no problems or anything. Well obviously they know nothing. They di- "oi bitch" I looked up and saw Louis glare at me.
I got so distracted in my thoughts I forgot they were there.

"Get your fat ass over here." said Zayn pointing to the spot beside him. I made my way over there looking at the ground.

"Stop daydreaming." he said while slapping me harshly across the face, but I didn't cry. I got used to the pain from my dad. They never hit my head/face though because other people can see the marks they left, but today they did. They all looked at me with furrowed eyebrows confused.

"Why the fuck didn't she do anything?She didn't even wince or gasp." I heard Niall whisper to Harry.

"I don't know we never hit her in the face, I was expecting something to."Harry replied honestly to Niall.

I just looked at them no emotion in my face, not even a smile. By now I was late for class so I tried to go to my locker but they didn't allow me. I made hand gestures telling them to move but obviously they didn't. They all just stared blankly at me till Louis started having a creepy smile.

"You want your stuff?" Louis said in a mocking baby voice. I nodded looking at the ground. "To bad." he said pushing me harshly towards the ground. I still didn't cry, it hurt like hell but I wouldn't give them the satisfaction they want of showing them they hurt me. Then they all started punching and kicking me. I started coughing out blood. Wondering where all the teacher are or even one student who has a heart were. Then my vision started going blurry and everything went black.

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