|Y/N's P.O.V.|
"What do you want, Brittney?" I manage to mumble.
"Ah look, it's the new girl who thinks she is better than me" She spoke while rolling her eyes, earning a glare from me.
"Whatever. I don't have time for this." grabbing my bag, I yell back to her and run off before she or her crew can say anything. Reaching into my bag, I grab my comb to comb out my H/C hair. Once I place my comb back in my bag, I look up to see my huge school. "Finally. I'm here. This path is getting longer and longer each time I run down. I need to get a car or at the really least a bike." I complain and walk into the school, straight to my locker. I turn to the left and see my crush, Brad. "H-hi, Brad" I blush and wave.
"Oh I didn't see you there, shortie." he replies. I feel a chill go up my spine as he called me that. If only Brad was not dating Brittney.
"What class do you have first again?" My blush grows but I ignore it and continue talking.
"I have math. My least favorite subject. I only like it because we share the class and you always find a way to make things funny" He says to me with a closed-eyed smile. I feel the heat build-up in my cheeks as a blush speared across my face.
"I'm glad you think of me like that." I said with a closed-eyed smile. I opened my mouth to say something but the first bell went off, cutting me off.
"Let's hurry up so that we won't be late for class!" Brad tells me and my heart flutters while i slowly nod.
|15 MINUTES LATER|
|Third Person P.O.V.|
Y/N and Brad talk in the hall on the way to class. Brad enjoys every moment with Y/N. Little did they both know. Britney is watching the whole thing with a plan to get rid of Y/N. She hates Y/N being around her boyfriend. Britney smiles, thinking of how to ruin Y/N's life forever.
|Britney's P.O.V.|
"Today is the day things will change. I have been sitting in the shadows just watching them hang out. She so wants my man. I have a great idea. I and my crew will bully and prank her until she leaves, then Brad and I will be happy together." I think to myself. Everything is set up and this will be perfect. My crew and I have been setting up water on top of the door waiting for Y/N to walk in the door of the math class. We just finished putting the bucket on the door and all of us have now sat down.
"Is this a good idea?" Taylor asked the rest of us
"What if someone else walks in first, Britney?" Alivia tells me, trying to make me back down. I did not though.
"Hush! I think I hear footsteps coming this way" I yell and take out my phone to record the event that is soon to be happening. As if this was fate, as soon as I start to record, Y/N walked through the door. Everyone in the class including me and my friends.
|Y/N's P.O.V.|
Brad offered to let me in first which is so nice of him. I was so happy until i opened the door and walked in only to feel the feeling of cold wet water pouring on me. I hate this feeling of my wet shirt clinging to my body. On top of all that, my shirt is now see-through and my black bra can be seen. The worst of all was that I could feel flowers coming up my throat. It was a bad one because I could feel thorns scratch and climb the inside of my throat. I quickly ran out of the room and to the bathroom to not only hide but throw up and get rid of this pain. When I get to the stall I get on my knees and cough up roses with thorns and long stems. A few sobs escape my lips between my coughing and gasps. I don't feel an end coming anytime soon. Grabbing my bag, I reach into my bag and feel around for my medicine. I soon find that I forgot it in my rush to leave for school. Tears roll down my cheek as the pain worsens.
|10 minutes later|
I finally feel the feeling of blood, roses, thorns, and stems climbing up my throat calm down. I gag and sob less and focus on my breathing. Suddenly, I heard footsteps. Could it be the mean girls? A fellow student? A staff member? Either way, I did not want t know. I kept quiet, trying to not be noticed. Hoping no one will see me, once I hear the stall door close I make a bold dash out of the bathroom and to an empty classroom. I sigh, happy to be out of there but my happy moment is soon cut short when the cold air hits me. I need to leave the school and go home to get my clothes. At the same time, I will most likely be late. On top of that, what if the mean girls are waiting for me outside or see me on my way out? Is that a chance I want to take? Yes, yes it is. I grab my back and peek out of the door. The coast is clear. It's time for another bold dash out of the school. I take a deep breath and run as fast as I can out of the school. I ran past a few students. I could tell that they were confused but it's not like I would stop to explain why I am running so I just ignore them. The exit is so close. I can see the light. I continue to run but of course, it would not be that easy. Why would it? It's never that easy. Something just had to stop me. I could believe what stands between me and the last few steps to leave.
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| a dying rose |
General Fictiony/n has had a problem with sickness. She coughs up flowers and blood. When it first started, it just pedals but it seems to be getting worse. Even with that, she puts on a smile for Brad, her best friend whom she has a crush on. Only one problem. He...
