Bullied

7

-Kalels pov-

I sigh and hear my phone ring. Its mikey.

I ignore it.

Then he calls back.

"Yes Michael" i snap

"Where are you?" he asks

"Non of your business." i say walking straight.

"Im coming to get you, where are you?" he asks and i hang up.

He calls back and i shut off my phone.

I see a McDonald's and i walk inside and grab my computer out. I check instagram.

I heard she ran away. Hopefully for good.

She forced luke to kiss her lol.

Shes such a slut

I hope she dies.

I sigh and look on Michaels page.

Have you seen this girl?

Its a photo of me and my mom when i had green hair.

Hopefully they wont notice me.

It has 300 likes?

Awh man..

"why is a young girl like you walking alone?" I hear a creepy voice behind me. I ignore him and he grabs my arm and I turn around

"don't put you hands on my creep" I say

"come on" he says

"get off" I say pulling my arm and he goes to grab it again. I kick him in the knee and run.

when I  feel like ive gotten to a safe distance I look behind me and slow down. I bump into someone

"Terribly sorry- kalel?" the woman says

"No sorry" i say in my best Australian accent

"You look alot like the girl-"

"Nope, not me. Sorry. I must be going now. Got to get home for lunch" i say and walk off.

I take a breath and sit on the side of the street.

"What happened with you?" a young guy sits next to me

"Ranaway.." i whisper

"Why?" he asks

"My dad was abusive.. So this kinda lady let me live in her house. Then i found out her son was my bully, and he kissed me, had someome take a photo. And spread it all over school. Like hung up photos" i say making a face.

"Man.. Im sorry.." he says "if it makes you feel any better, my parents kicked me out cuz i got my sleeve tattoo" he says showing me

"Looks awesome" i smile softly.

"Thanks.. I better leave you be.. Dont want to bother you-"

"No! I mean.. Stay.. I havent had anyone to talk to in a while.. I need a friend" i pause "unless you wanna leave, up to you" i say

"Well we better find a place to sleep, its getting dark" he says putting his arm around me and we start walking.

"So hold old are you?" i ask

"17. I know weird.. But i am, how about you?" he asks

"17 as well, whats your name?"

"Jokob. I can tell youre not from here" he smiles