Dear Harry, I'm Broken...Fix Me?(ON HOLD)

Chapter 2

**Pic of Harry**

**Bryn**

"Bryn! Time to get up!" my mom shouts from downstairs.

"Ughhh!" I groan as I sit up. I stretch then climb out of bed. I take a quick shower then get dressed and do my hair. Today I decide to wear a 3/4 sleeve pink shirt, skinny jeans, and a pair black Converse. I may not be completely stylish, but I can put something together that isn't butt ugly and matches.

"Valerie? Where are you?" I ask.

"Merow!" I hear a cat say. I look under my bed to see her curled up in a ball.

"Come on, get out you fatty," I say then pull her out. She hisses at me, but then purrs when I put her on the blanket and pet her.

"Sorry Val, I have to go to school to get hate. I'll see you after school though," I say then go down the stairs. I grab a granola bar from the box on the table then head to my car. I get in and blast One Direction. I sing along on the way to school, then turn down the music when I get to school. Once I park, I flip down the mirror and open it. I had placed a picture of One Direction in there since I could drive, that way I knew that the boys would always be with me.

"Harry, Niall, Liam, Louis, Zayn....wish me luck. I'm going to need it, a lot of it," I say to the picture. I then close the mirror and put it back up. I grab my pink backpack and get out of my car.

"Here comes the loser!" someone shouts. I pretend not to hear and walk into the school with my head held high. I walk over to my locker and open it up looking at the posters of One Direction, family, old friends, and Valerie in my locker. I was being teased about liking them, so I might as well show it. I really didn't care anymore what anyone thinks anymore. . . I guess.

"There's the freak!" Ben shouts then shoves me into my locker. My right arm hits really hard against the metal door and I yelp in pain.

"Oh, is she hurt? Maybe those boys will dry your tears. Here, let me help you," Ben says then rips one of my Harry posters and throws it at my face. Everyone laughs as I quickly grab the poster and try to tape it back together.

"Oh please, I'm sure you have thousands more on your walls at home," Kelly replies. Everyone starts to laugh again. I feel tears burn behind my eyes, but I hold them in easily. I've learned to control that now. When I first was bullied I would cry right away, I was a sissy. Now that I've been going threw it for a while I've learned to hold back my tears, it only fuels the bullying.

"Just leave me alone," I mumble.

"Oh, is she trying to stand up for herself? How cute!" Kelly says with venom in her voice.

"Just go away!" I snap then slam my locker. I walk angrily down the hallway to my first class. Hopefully I'lll have a better time in English then I did back there. I walk through the hallways and glare at my books, wishing I could burn a hole through my classmates and not my books.

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I had been able to avoid any pain during the first few hours, but lunch was coming up. I usually got my tray then went and ate alone somewhere. I'm too afraid to even think about staying and eating in the lunchroom. My arm still hurts really bad from when Ben smashed me against the locker. He rarely ever does physical violence, he's more mentally and verbally pain.

"Now class, since we are studying Europe right now, I want you all to do an essay," the teacher, Mr. Hopkins, says. "Since I know you don't like to write about boring things, like their cluture, I'm letting you write about anything you want. You just have to write somthing or someone from a country."