Bullied by one direction

It had to be me.

I sat alone on my bed thinking and fiddling wit my thumbs. I had a pretty simple room with a lamp, white bed and a coral comforter, a book shelf, and my desk with my laptop for school mostly. Also a widow leading to the roof. I loved my room it was quiet and simple, kinda like me. I started my homework and scanned the paper. I don't know why but the words where all jumbled together, maybe I need glasses. I had a small closet on my left and a bathroom on my right. Nothing fancy. I slipped into the bathroom and took a shower. Then I went to sleep.

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The cruel sound of my pounding alarm clock fills the air. I groan and get up. I let my hair flow as I pulled it from the pony tail. I decided to wears black graphic tee and ripped denim skinny jeans. I walked to school and got there pretty early. But I didn't mind. Until I felt tight arms around my shoulders. They pulled me down into the alley way and slammed me against the brick tan wall. "Bitch." They yelled slapping me and kicking me in the stomach I fell over right when he kicked again but this time he hit me dead in the temple. I immediately hit the ground and coughed. I heard a gasp and realized blood came up. "Harry you've taken this too far. You might of killed her " someone yelled. "She needs to go to the hospital." Another said I assume was niall. "Are you crazy? Just let her go!" Harry yelled. The world went fuzzy as everything started disappearing. I woke up and it was night. I didn't realize how long I was actually out. It was about seven thirty when I finally arrived home. "I hope your done with the make up work!" My dad yelled as he approached me. "I did." I studdered. "Good because we are having the styles and tomlinsons over for dinner. My heart dropped as the two boys entered the room. I was so frightened my heart beat so hard and I could feel the loss of color in my face. I suddenly fainted. Why me?