Forever young

1- valentina

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Valentina

"Nice outfit Valentina" Stacy laughs at my while pointing her perfectly shaped index finger towards my what I thought was cute outfit I'm wearing while cackling with her friends.

Fucking weirdo

I can tell she is just trying to piss me off.

"Fuck off you dirty slut!" I shout at her, catching her off guard. The smug look she carries on her face immediately drops. She rolls her eyes into the back of her head and trots away, adding unnecessary sass and bitchyness to her walk.

Ugh, piss off you dirty witch!

What was that for?

What did I ever do to her?

I mean, I did just call her a dirty slut, but she has called me much worse in the past.

Why is my outfit so bad?

I decided to wear something slightly more flattering and feminine, as I'm sick of being known as the binding basic girl of the class.

The sight of jack and Liam in the hallway makes my heart sink, and not in a bad way.

Stacy told me she's a witch.

It really disturbs me that I can read everyone's thoughts except Liam's.

I've never ever told anyone about it.

You know, about the fact that I can tell what people think about each day, and it makes me crazy.

If only I could just turn it off.

I can never ever see Liam's thoughts, which really makes me crazy.

"Take this, dirty witch" Stacy shouts while a large strawberry milkshake flys through the hallway, and i duck down the second I see her hand lift up.

Fuck, don't hit anyone

I walk a lap around the Z building, not wanting to go to my class.

My legs begin to ache as I slowly move down the empty school hallways, heading to my next class, ignoring the fact that I'm 20 minutes late.

I'm not sure why Stacy is such a bitch to me, as I don't think I've ever spoken a word to her since primary school because I don't really enjoy associating with girls who think they are all that when they are really just ugly cunts who just want attention.

My whole body hesitates at the large doorway of the math classroom. I don't want to go in. It's not even I don't want to go in, I just can't seem to bring myself to step into the room that is intoxicated with the smell of Natasha's vape, Harrison's sweat and Rosa's excessive amount of black opium perfume.

Why would I ever want to step foot in a place where I just get harassed?

Every single class, I always sit in the back corner alone, trying to dodge the shit that the boys throw at me.

They don't seem to throw things and harass the other girls.

Unfortunately, i've always seemed to be a easy target for the girls to pick on me. I've never understood this, considering the fact that I've barely ever even spoken a word to any of them.

Usually I just sit there and ignore their cruel words, acting as if it doesn't hurt me deep down.

It does hurt me. Their cruelly incompetently built words feel like billions of sharp razor blades piercing the soft skin of my heart at once, slicing it open which causes all my pain and blood to pour out into the open.