9-1-1 fanfic
Maisie Lewis hated her life. Rotating through foster homes, being bullied in school, having no friends, and just wanting to be good enough for her foster parents. So when she finds herself being cornered on top of a building, it's not...
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"I'm lonely but I'm good/ I'm bitter but I swear I'm fine/ I'll save all my romanticism for my inner life and I'll get lost on purpose/ This place made me feel worthless"
-I Hate it Here-
It's been two weeks since the accident. Two weeks since Maisie was shot off a roof. Two weeks of pain, sadness, apologies, and a whole lot of being ignored.
When Maisie was finally released from the hospital and sent home, her parents sent her straight to her room. No yelling, no disappointment. Not even any punishment. They sent her too her room and that was it.
But now her two weeks of solitude were over and she was back in school, or what Maisie calls, her own personal hell. School tends to be really hard for people who have no friends, are failing classes, and are hated by one of the most popular girls at school.
Maisie had begged her parents to let her stay home longer. Two weeks can't be enough time to heal from a gun shot wound, but of course they said no. Most likely just to get her out of the house and away from them.
Maisie focused on balancing her bag on her knee as she attempted to switch out her books in her locker. Normally she wouldn't even use her locker, but now that she has a large wound in her gut, the normal weight of her bag seems to be a bit too heavy.
As if the universe was against her, someone knocked in to Maisie not only knocking her bag out of her hands, but also pushing her to the ground.
"Oh, my god, Maisie I am so sorry." Maisie looked up to see that the universe wasn't against her, just Amber Lynch. At the beginning of the year Amber decided to make it her mission to torture Maisie. And it's been working.
Maisie groaned as she picked herself off the floor, not even attempting to grab her things while Amber and her friends watched. Maisie looked at Amber, trying not to show how bothered she was. But it was too late because Amber and her friends were already smiling and laughing amongst themselves.
"We all heard about what happened to you." She said in mock sympathy. Maisie sighed, hoping that she would just go away. "I guess it'll teach you not to shop lift." And the laughter was back.
"Guess so." Maisie mumbled.
Amber gave Maisie one last smug smile before walking away. Maisie sighed, looking down at her bag and its contents that have spilled across the hall.
Just as she was about to bend down to pick it up when someone beat her to it. She looked up to see a boy with blond hair picking up her stuff.
"Uh, sorry about that. Here." He said awkwardly, handing the bag back to Maisie. He looked at her expectantly. Or maybe even hopeful. Maisie knew he was expecting a smile or a thank you, but she wouldn't give him that pleasure.
