Meademas Girl

They all know

Y/n POV
I'm walking along the road that takes me to school when I feel a sharp pain in the back of my heels which caused me to trip and land on the pavement. Having a good guess at who it was I turn around and my suspicions were right I'm looking straight up to my bully and her gang. Charlotte...

Charlotte and the girls where all laughing at me and at the fact that all my belongings where spread out along the pavement, not a single one offering any kind of help to pick it all up instead the group of them walking all over it and continuing on to the school gate. Charlotte stayed behind for a moment, "Maybe if you lost some weight you might find that people actually like you and might want to be you friend, then accidents like this might not happen" she said quietly to make sure nobody can hear and with that ran off to catch up with her group. By the time I'd managed to get my stuff I glanced at the time off my phone and realized I had two minutes to make it to my first lesson on time I ran as fast as I could through the school gates and up to the classroom, I threw open the door and all eyes turned to me. God I wish the floor could swallow me up right now I hated being the center of attention, I like myself to myself but in this moment it was me against all of them. After what felt like forever but really only a few seconds, a harsh voice spoke "your late y/n care to explain" it was my teacher, he doesn't like me at all this was going to be fun trying to explain to him.

I turned to look at the girls that I had the encounter with earlier by the school gates where I received a glare off of them. I dare to say anything about what happened for the sake of my own life not even wanting to imagine what would happen if I told the truth of what really happened, so instead I lied, "sorry sir, traffic" and with that I went to my desk and sat down. Sir started the lesson and I tried my best to listen but it's hard when Charlotte was constantly behind me whispering things in my ears' "fatty" , "don't seem to see your parents around do they not want you or something" "you should stop eating so much". Her words piercing into me the more and more she said them, I know I shouldn't listen and let it effect me but I can't help it my brain just holds onto the words no matter how hard I try to let them go. "Y/N MEADEMA!" My teacher yelled making me jump out of my skin he continued, "first you turn up late to my lesson and now you can't even focus properly, now can you answer the question" before I even had the chance to speak Charlotte spoke for me, "probably to busy thinking about what she's putting in her stomach later" . This earned a laugh from the whole class including the teacher. I felt tears escaping my eyes and my chest becoming tight, I couldn't cry here I couldn't show people my venerability before anybody could say anything more I stood up grabbed my bag and sprinted out of the classroom.

I kept on running not really sure where to go, that was until I found myself in the changing rooms in the sports hall. I curled myself up in a ball on the floor and just let it all out, all the emotions I had been holding in from the continuous bullying from students and teachers, it all just came out.

General POV
After Y/n had left the classroom, it all went quiet everyone looking around as if to say what do we do now. The teacher swiftly followed y/n out the door however went in the other direction down to the reception desk to notify them of the situation. Of course the teacher didn't go into detail of what had happened otherwise that would have made him look bad instead he just simply told her, "hi Miss I seem to have an issue, y/n meadema seems to have left my classroom abruptly, seems like she didn't fancy the work today" he said whilst chucking to himself, "leave that one with me I'll find the child and sort her out" the receptionist replied.

The receptionist also known as Mrs Miller was a kind lady she was about the only compassionate caring teacher this school had, always making sure that others were okay. Mrs Miller left her desk and started wondering around the school but y/n could not be found anywhere. That was until Mrs Miller had reached the other side of the school to the sports hall, and upon looking into the changing rooms her eyes where met with y/n crumpled up into a heap on the floor, hysterically crying, shaking and struggling to breathe.