Bullied

Ten

My cut wounds are healing over, my Aunty and Uncle never found out about them. I just told them that there was a little confrontation with Taneil, and nothing really happened... they don't care enough to ask many questions. I haven't had an issue with Taneil and her gang all week, apart from the name calling. There's this new boy at school, he wears lots of bands. He doesn't really say much, he is quiet, sits in the seat next to mine at the back of the class. He just keeps his mouth closed and does his work, he is like me; listening to music at every opportunity. Today, the bands slipped when he held his hand up in class... a white bandage was wrapped around his wrist, and i know what is hidden beneath it. He caught me looking and followed my eyes, he quickly pulled his hand down when he realised what i was looking at.

"Keep your mouth shut, and don't start spreading rumours about me and shit!" He warns me in the hallway at the end of school.

"...I won't,"

"You better not, just because I'm not a perfect little bitch like you, doesn't mean you have to highlight my faults to everyone," I am left stunned in the empty hallway. He targeted me, without knowing who i am. If he saw beneath my sleeves he would change his mind... I am far from perfect. Hell, i'm the opposite of fucking perfect. The boys sudden attack on me has hurt and annoyed me as i storm off to the bus. "I'm not a fucking little perfect bitch like you" are the words that play over in my head.

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I have a new friend request from a guy on Facebook. 'Hey, you're gorgeous' it says. I don't really take compliments, because i know they aren't true but it's unusual. I check out his page, he has brown hair and olive skin, with really white teeth... he has lots of friends, so he seems genuine. I accept the friend request and send a simple 'Hello :)' back. I have a few assignments i should start, so i do. I get a Notification... it's from him.

*Hello I'm Joel

*I'm Blair... nice to meet you.

*Yeah, you too... pretty name for a pretty girl. ;)

*Err thanks? Sorry i don't take compliments to well...

*Well you should, come on... it can't be hard for someone as gorgeous as you to accept a compliment, you must get them all the time.

*No actually, i don't... quite the opposite actually :/

We talk for a while, i find out that he has 3 sisters, and 1 dog... he lives in the suburbs and plays football, he loves to surf and sing. We both love the colour blue, and he doesn't like strawberries. Before i know it, it's 7:00pm and my Aunty is nagging at me to have a shower.

For once i don't feel like shit...well i still do, but not on such a high level as i did before. The water hitting my skin is refreshing and releases the tight knots in my muscles.