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3,, harley

You see popular people complain about school on social media sites, calling it hell and prison,
But no one really knows how bad school is like the rejects, the loners, the bullied, the outcasts. And then there's people like me, who don't have a place of refuge, who don't have a nice place to go to that sets school apart. My house is where my mom attacks me with words. The outside world is where people look at my thighs and stomach, and grimace in disgust. School is where I'm bullied and hated for just being who I am. I have no friend's houses to go to. There's no place for me to go when things get tough. So school is just like everywhere else. Sadly...

RINNGGGGG

Kids all around me shuffle out of their seats, running towards the door like it's a race to get out of school, as Mr. Ronaldy yells out the homework assignment that no one will do besides the geeks who actually give a shit. I pack up slowly on purpose, so that I'm the last one out the door, increasing my chance of not being picked on or seen.

Keeping my head down, I walk through the halls, a waterfall of my blue hair surrounding my face. No one can see me. I won't be noticed.

Boy, was I wrong.

First comes the shove. I almost fall over from the impact, but then collect myself and keep walking.
Faster
Faster
FASTER

I find myself running, away from the cackles of the girls who spit words at me. Words I don't want to hear. Words that are demeaning. Words that I know I shouldn't believe, but I do. I believe every single insult that comes out of their pretty little faces. I repeat them to myself when I stand in front of my full body mirror.

Sometimes I tell myself that I have a mirror that talks to me, like the one that London Tipton has in The Suite Life of Zac and Cody. But instead of telling me that I'm fabulous or fit, it tells me that I'm fat and ugly. But no, those words come from me and the voices inside of my head.

Looking behind me as I run, I watch as the prissy girls who just pushed me and yelled mean things at me get on the yellow school bus like nothing just happened. From the bus, they'll go home, and do whatever it is that they do after school, and they'll not once think about what they did, or do, to me. They won't think of the pushing or the abuse. They won't even remember it. And that really fucking sucks, I won't be able to forget it. Ill latch onto every single utterance.

The stupid person that I am, I keep running while looking back, and the whole cause and effect thing kicks in. I bump right into the blue headed boy, nearly knocking him clear to the cement ground. But, he latches onto me, holding my arms for support. Just needing a place to grab him so he doesn't fall, which would embarrass me into the next century, I put both of my hands on his hips. But when I know his balance is fine again, I let him go quickly.

"Fucking shit, I'm sorry." I mumble, my eyes welling up with the tears that I've been holding. But, they're too much to hold back.

So, I start bawling while this random stranger is holding onto my flabby arms. I put my face in both of my hands, totally breaking down.

Poor guy.

But, he doesn't let go. And I don't know why.

The roar of the bus' engine and the rough sound of the tires on the rocky street becomes louder as it reaches the two of us. I know what comes next.

"FREAKS!!"

But at least the blue headed boy holds on tight, so that I don't fall apart at the seams.