Her life story || y/n

Dear Diary..

Dear diary, I wish I could find the words to express how I feel at all times. Like yesterday, I was trying to get by and just exist peacefully during the hours I'm confined to the grounds of my campus, but some mean girl decided to bully me instead of letting me be! I don't understand why she started bullying me, but she did!! I feel so insecure now... But I can't seem to tell anyone how I feel! My mouth betrays my mind and words.

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"What are you even wearing.. You look like you just walked out of a thrift store with some deceased granny's clothes." The perfect blonde scoffed, pointing at my unique and self made clothing.

"I- I- I made it myself!" I managed to say, my voice meek. I thought my clothes were cool, quirky even. Maybe my clothes weren't that awesome..
"What? YOU made that? No wonder it looks so trashy," she quipped in response, her copy-pasted friends giggled and laughed at this. I wasn't made for this, for being bullied, I'm so much more! But, I can't seem to stand up for myself... I wish someone would stand up for me, even just once.

I think my wish was heard, because a mildly attractive boy steps in and seems like he's about to start speaking.

"Triścha, leave the poor girl alone." He sounded like he could care less about what was happening, he looked like it too. But his words obviously betrayed that, since he stepped in. I stared into his eyes, his brown orbs reflecting my own e/c pools. He looks away, to the blonde I assume to be Triścha.

"Fine." The cookie cutter child huffs, crossing her arms. Jeez what a brat I quickly take back the thought, I mustn't think so badly of someone, maybe something goes on at home for her? "Only 'cause you asked though."
"I wasn't asking." The boy scoffed, I noticed how tall he was, towering over all our petite frames. (I'M DYING TYPING THIS, BEAR WITH ME OKAY. IF I SUFFER, YOU SUFFER.)

I slip away reluctantly, I'm sure I'll hear more about this later for whatever reason, just a hunch I have. Shoot, I didn't even get to get what I needed from my locker. I sigh, it's better than being berated by Triścha. I suppose that's her name, maybe I can try and befriend her? That'd be a lot better than being bullied, I can try and understand her and prevent her from being so mean!

I'm so lost in thought, I don't notice I've just bumped into somebody.
"Oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you–" I pause; noticing how cute the boy I've just bumped into is. He looks so nerdy, like one of the stereotypes in a Disney teen upbringing movie. Cute.
"I- It's fine, just w- watch where you're going next t- time." He squeaks out, quickly walking away. He's very timid, I observe. That's not helping with how cute he is. Wait, no! He's not cute! Stop it y/n!

I speed walk to class, peeking through the slightly ajar door to make sure the teacher isn't there. If he is, I'm sure to be lectured about being late again! To my luck, he's not there. I take a step forward, about to push open the door further and go inside, but I'm suddenly surprised by an unexpected presence behind me. "You're late, l/n. Again." Mr. Gyot sighs, I can picture his disappointment before I even turn around.
"And you're as observant as.. uh... ever!" I offer a sheepish grin, turning to face my annoyed teacher. I'm sure he's had enough of my antics, even if they weren't on purpose.
"Just go take a seat." He grumbles, pushing past me and opening the door. I'm surprised he isn't scolding me, but I'm more glad than anything. I quickly take my seat, getting out my notebook and pen.

During the lesson, I find it difficult to pay attention, too distracted due to my thoughts being filled with both of the boys I encountered earlier in the hall. I wonder what both of their names were. Oh well, it's better to forget about both of them. I don't think I have any classes with them anyhow. But, a girl can dream.
My thought process, or better said day dreaming, was rudely interrupted by Mr. Gyot asking me to answer some irrelevant math question. I don't understand why I'll ever need to use the pythagorean theorem in the real world, it's stupid. And I learned this in the eighth grade, why do I need to relearn it in my sophomore year?!

"Er.. what was the question?" My question earned an exasperated sigh from my tired math teacher, his expression reads I don't get paid enough for this. Which I would agree with, considering most teachers earn minimum wage.
Thank whatever god that the bell rang, I didn't know the answer to the question, let alone the question itself.
I quickly throw my journal and pen in my bag, rushing out of class into the hall, soon met by more than a dozen other students on their way to their next period. I search the crowd of teens for one individual specifically, immediately spotting her and rushing over to trap her in a hug— my bestfriend; Kira.

I seemed to have caught her off guard, because she immediately swiveled her head around to see who it was, raising a fist as well. She relaxed, seeing it was me. "Jesus y/n, if you catch someone off guard you could get hurt y'know." Kira grumbles, swatting my arms away from her, sighing and crossing her arms.
Kira and me have always been close, ever since second grade!

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"Hi! I'm y/n, I saw you playing alone at recess yesterday, so I wanted to play with you today! So you won't be alone."
"I want to be alone."
"Huh? But why? Everyone wants someone to play with–"
"Not me. Bye."
"Wh- wait for me!"

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We've had our ups and downs, but we're always there for each other! She's the introvert to my extrovert, the black cat to my orange cat, the blunt to my sugar coat, the- Well, I'm sure you get the gist of it.

"Not if I'm careful," I offer her a bright grin, which makes her sigh. She loves me, I know she does. She's just not that patient with me like most people are.
"You're never careful, that's why I'm always with you. Dumbass." She sighs again, starting to walk  again.
"That's not true! And hey, language-"
"Blödmann." Kira mumbles in German, I know she's just repeating the cuss word, she often does this.
"That's just the same word in a different language."
"You said language, I changed my language." She crossed her arms, picking up her pace. She must be upset about something. I'll ask her later, I don't want to be late again.

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So, that's what happened yesterday. I cant stop thinking about everything that happened. Being bullied, someone standing up for me, bumping into that cute guy, and then Kira being upset. Oh shoot I still haven't asked her, I'm such a bad friend! I gotta go, see you later diary! Wait, why am I writing that? That's stupid, I'm not actually talking to a person!!
~ Y/n L/n, September 6th, 2008.