Bullied by one direction

Authors note: This is a totally fictional story. And obviously they wouldn't do anything that occurs in this story! Hope you enjoy.

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I slowly approached the large building. the place I cringe at every time I see it. My high school. I opened the door and walked through the halls with my hood up. But people still knew it was me. "SLUT!" Someone yelled as everyone laughed. I walked to my locker. Locker 103. I was so close to it when BAM I hit the floor. I turn to see Zayn and Louis there. Obviously nobody stopped them... They never did. " Eh Marissa, Harry's coming and he isn't happy today oh and yeah welcome back." He said giving me a punch in the shoulder. Hard. Shit. I thought to myself. I stood up after they walked off. I never really understood why they hate me so much. But they do. I traced my fingers over my locker imagining it as it used to be. Without dents and scratches. Kind of like how I used to be. I opened my locker and filled it with books I won't need until later on. I pulled out my schedule, I haven't been to school in a month due to a concussion. Not from the boys. From my dad. I should explain my background. My mom left us and my dad was forced to take me in. He loved my mom so he takes it all out on me. I am an only child, as far as I know, bullied my whole life physically and emotionally. That's basically all I tell people. I glanced at my schedule

1: science

2: English

3: math

4: art (my favorite)

Lunch

5: history

6: gym

7: study hall

I walked to my first class and sat down by myself. We were talking about magnetism so i was pretty zoned out. I scribbled in my notes when the bell rang. I walked to English horrified, Harry and Niall are in that class. I sat down as she filled me in on what's going on. We were reading Romeo and Juliet which I truly loved. I've read it at least five times so I knew everything about it. I skimmed through the book when a note was passed, or should I say thrown, at me. I slowly opened it as quietly as possible an read it.

HEY WHORE, WELCOME BACK MEET ME AFTER SCHOOL OR ELSE. OH BY THE WAY, HOPE YOU LIKE THE SIGHT OF BLOOD FAT BITCH.

I took the note and put it away when the bell rang. You know what they say, never get rid if evidence, not that I would tell anyone or anything. The day went on and on. Until the last bell rang. I collected my stuff and ran, no, sprinted out of the class. I Pried open my locker. Maybe if I can get out fast they won't notice. Well I was wrong. I was literally dragged out of the school into the back alley and pushed against the wall.

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I tried to resist but they were too strong. I gave up and let them drag me around. They treated me like I was some kind of toy. Dragging me around I was kind of astonished that not one teacher or kid stopped them, but thn again, who cares about me. I was pinned to a brick wall as they kicked me a few times in the gut and stomach knocking all air out of me. "Want another concussion?" Louis asked smirking. "Guys, don't hurt her to bad." Liam blurted "why would you care?" Louis questioned. "We um wouldn't want her out for another month." He replied. Harry and Niall shook there heads now fully understanding what he meant. Zayn pulled my hair and pushed me back into a wall. Niall slapped me once and Liam just watched. He never really did anything. I lost all ability to cry what so ever so they tried to get me to scream but it doesn't work like that. I can't even remember the last time I cried. Before I knew it BLACKOUT.

--------------------------------------------- I woke up and the sun was still out. I glanced at my phone to check the time 4:00 I've been out for about ten minutes. I ran home and entered my house quietly hoping my dad wouldn't notice but sure enough I'm up against the wall "where were you?" He spat. "Making up work." I lied. He released me from his grip and I darted upstairs and locked the door behind me. Finally alone.