Anastasia's POV:
I woke up to my alarm clock ringing. I got up and started getting ready for school. It was my last day.
I wore a burgundy oversized knitted sweater, black leggings, a creme colored scarf and brown combat boots.
I curled the ends of my hair and wore light makeup.
I skipped breakfast like always and grabbed my bag and my keys to my cherry red jeep. I drove to school, not wanting to go near that place. I have been bullied for a while now. I didn't enjoy it at all. I don't think anyone enjoys bullying. I locked my jeep and slung my bag over my shoulders.
I got to my locker and opened it. I grabbed my biology book and headed to class. I walked with my head held high and shoulders back. My mom taught me how to walk with confidence. I love walking with confidence even though I had none.
I walked into biology and sat in the back. I was on my phone until I heard a high pitch, nasally, awful laugh. Heather and her dumb bitches strolled in. Of course they sat down right next to me. "Hey Anastasia, what are you doing?" She said in a cocky voice, with her little group of sluts giggling behind her. I ignored her. I didn't want to engage in a conversation with her. Like ever. "Anastasiaaaaaa" she carried on. I got up and moved.
"Hey get your bitch ass back here." She yelled at me. I stopped. Enough with this bitch. It's my last day. I'm gonna give her a piece of my mind.... And maybe my fist. I put my purse down and walked back to Heather. I got close to her. "Excuse me but do you have a problem with me?" I asked coldly. "Clearly I would have a problem with you I mean, your a freak." She laughed and her friends started to laugh along with her. "You'er such a bitch oh my god. You don't have anything else better to do then to bully me? If that's all you have to do with your sad pathetic life then honestly I feel bad for you." I dished back at her,laughing. "You know what Anastasia, you'er getting pretty mouthy." She said getting closer to me. "Swing I dare you." I said through gritted teeth. "Oh really are you sure you want me to do that?" She asked again in a cocky tone. Little does Heather know, I'm a boxer. "Do. It." I said slowly. Heather tried to throw a punch but I ducked just in time and came back up with an upper cut. Heather fell on her back. I looked down on her to see she had a busted lip. "You had enough?" I questioned. She couldn't reply. She was crying. I honestly didn't feel the least bit sad. She deserved it. She bullied me for several years. "It's my last day. I hope you had fun bullying me while it lasted." I spat. I called my mom telling her I wanted to come home early. I explained the situation to her and she told me I could leave.
I grabbed all of the things out of my locker and left that awful school.
A/n:
Sorry this was so bad guys omg. But I swear it will get better. I will be uploading a lot more later on. I love you guys!
-Ana
