As Long As You're Mine

Hating You

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It moved to many years of coming home to the smell of beer and her mother passed out on the couch.

Andrea never blamed her.

Though, now she was taller and learning harder things than simple addition and subtraction, things were the exact same. They would ask her, ask her how it was going at home. Great, she would reply. Another funny thing about life is how invaluable and unreliable words really are.

Fine. Great.

How easy it is to throw these words out.

"How are you, Andrea?"

"Fine."

Fine.

Fie.

Lie.

Another funny thing about life is how life can change so quickly. It's funny how so much can change from one person. It's also funny how fast someone can mature. It's also funny how fast someone can lose their smile. It's funny how any of this can happen to someone so young.

It didn't take long for the news to spread to school. Bullying need not be just for older kids. Even students in grade 5 were fallen victims. Standing outside of class was mini-Sophie who was busily elaborating on a story about how her father tripped on vase. Her blonde hair was still cut short at her neck but pulled back with a few colourful hair clips. She chuckled as she talked about her father screaming 'like a little girl.' Listening by her side, stood Andrea, looking down. She never looked up anymore until needed. Who's going to be there? No one worth seeing.

This was going to take a while. The blonde teacher that for some reason always wore black and red was always hours late.

The hat was knocked off Andrea's head and a muddy black shoe correspondingly stepped on it, printing revolting marks on it. For the first time in she can't remember when she craned her head upwards.

There he stood.

The devil himself.

Sanjay Sharma.

He stood taller than her by practically half a foot, smirking down on her. His curly hair resting on the sides of his face. A dent in both sides of his tan, brown cheeks as he sneered at her, as if she was just a lost kitten. His eyes were brown, shining in the sun changing it in a weird sort of hazel concoction. He chuckled at her, though just in grade 5, his voice deep. He raised one of his eyebrows.

"What are you going to do about it? Tell your daddy? Oop. I forgot that was crossed of the list."

Andrea's ears reddened at that retort.

A shorter boy next to him laughed while another boy to the other side shared the same awful grin on Sanjay's face. The rest of the class, having somewhat decency had scattered hands on their mouth in shock. Sanjay kicked her hat into a bush.

"Go. Go get it."

The anger fumed through her. She'd always kept her emotions in check. Bubbled down in the depths of her stomach, but that day was different. Her fingers curled together into ball.

As always, almost as rehearsed, Sophie threw herself in the middle of them. Though she was taller than Andrea, (like most of the population) she was still noticeably shorter than Sanjay. She was smiling, like always, but one of anger. She liked adding humour to anything. That was her way of running. Did that make sense? No. That's Sophie. She makes no sense.

"Do you have nothing better to do, Sanjay? This is why your dad left for milk." She says with a chuckle.

The comeback was dry. But on the spot, at 11 years old, that's the best you could get. There were a few chuckles from the bystanding class. Sophie reinforced her smile.

Unaffected, Sanjay shrugs his shoulders and turns his gaze towards Andrea. His smirk twists into a wickedly wide grin.

"At least he's alive."

The class all gasps, including the henchmen of Sanjay, but he doesn't falter his smile. Instead, he grows it.

"I should have seen that coming." Mumbled Sophie under her breath.

Something came inside Andrea. A jolt of energy. Another funny thing in life. Life always gives people energy in the worst times. She pushed Sophie to the side, making her gasp, and stepped forward. One second, she was huffing and looking into the cruel fire in his eyes. The next second there was a loud bang sound and Sanjay had a hand over his cheek. Loud gasps came from the watching class and a short scream from Sophie.

That smile. That awful, awful smile was finally wiped of his face.

He stared at her, his mouth agape and the fire in his eyes burning brighter. Not with amusement, but fresh pure hate. He lowered his hand, revealing a red mark.

Far away, but in eyesight, their late teacher saw that unfold, her face scrunching in enrage and her walk quickened.

Something in her heart, she never knew she had, dissipated. A new courage filled her body, like water pouring into a cup.

Andrea matched his old smile, causing Sanjay to squint his eyes in dismay as he scoffed.

Their blonde teacher, Mrs Barlig, finally reached the class. She was heavy-set, her blond hair combed in a simple ponytail. under a red hat with a black rim. She sported a red dress, speckled with black dots and a pair of black heels. She ordered the class, except Sanjay and Andrea to go inside. Sophie, her young darling stubborn ass, refused to go in and stayed out. Though she got detention, she got her way.

The smile still warm on her face, Andrea was dragged out into the office by Mrs Barlig with Sanjay and Sophie bickering at her heel. The office's bright lights blinded as the smell of the air conditioning wafted around. She always had liked the smell of the air conditioning. The office was the size of a shoebox, painted complete white. Two middle-aged women, one curly haired and blonde, another brunette with siren glass, sipping their one hundredth and something coffees, sat in the reception, typing on their computers with expressions that would fit perfectly on a disgusted sassy teenage girl. The brunette one raised one of her eyebrows.

"Can I help you?" She croaked.

Mrs Barlig side long glanced Andrea. She spoke with a nasty curl of her lip.

"We need to see Mrs Panzer."

After an eyeroll and a harsh point to the corridor they entered Mrs Panzer's room. They enter the room as the sent of lavender hit them like a truck.

A tall ginger woman sat, a leg on the other. Her face was stuck in the same stern expression she probably was born with. She was dressed in complete pink. She was always dressed matching. Andrea wondered how her closet would look like.

"Well, well. What an interesting group. Go on. Shoot." She whispered.

Many people could never even hold a person's attention, no matter how much the shout. But people like her, such sly, wicked people could make you wish you were never born with glare. Words weren't necessary.

Mrs Barlig explained the situation, while Mrs Panzer nodded, slightly bored. A couple of minutes later, Andrea was in the backseat of her mother's car, being yelled at. A suspension was under her name in the register. But that didn't matter.

She wiped the smile off Sanjay's face.

Author's Note

Hey Gorgeous!

VVSsUNSHINE dont simp on Sanjay, yet. He is only 10...

Sorry for the cringe and just one more flashback chapter.. I promise

- JacksonPotter2099