Chapter 1 The Birthday Disaster:

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Shawn's P.O.V.

My birthday, the one possible day that can't go wrong. My sixteen birthday, the year I can get my driver license.
The year when my dad will have enough money to thought me a party. The year that everything will turn out right.

The only problem is I still have to go to school and deal with the demons that bring hell to me everyday. At least I get to go home and see my grandma.

When I was little and I would feel sad, she would tell me that I was special, that I shouldn't worried what anyone said, and sing me a song to calm me down. She kept me going, made me feel happy, and loved. Every birthday she would make me something a new patch for my quilt. This quilt contains her favorite memories with me. Its been going for almost fifteen years. I might sound childish, but you have no idea how much she means to me.

*Bus*

I have to take the bus to school and let me just say that it's a bumpy ride. For example, as soon as I get on the bus, the bandana boy would trip me and I would fall on my face. Everyone would turn and laugh at me. I ignore it, take my phone out of my bag, put my headphones in, and blast the music in my ears.

Same thing happened today, but since it's my birthday, bandana boy stomps on my back. So I have to go the whole day with a shoe print on my jacket.

I got to school and went straight to my locker, getting the usual crap like glaring and mean comments. I get to my locker, to see letters. I raise an eyebrow and read each letter. Ninety nine percent of them are telling to die, but there was one that was actually nice. It read:

Dear Shawn,

I've written this letter a thousand times, but couldn't find the right words to say. To begin with, I feel awful because you're bullied so badly. I wish I could do something, but I'm afraid. Secondly, how do you listen to the horrible comments, I mean you are a strong person to take that crap and be mature enough to not say anything back. To sum it all up, I think you're amazing, and don't listen to what those assholes say. You are perfect, smart, and have great patience. I hope I have the guts to meet you someday.

Happy Birthday!

Love,
Anonymous

I analyzed the note, the handwriting was very neat and the note itself smelt like perfume. So I'm guessing it was written by a girl. I look at around the hall to see who it could be, before I point out anything the bell rang. So I threw the hate mail out and kept the note in my locker. Then I grab my things and headed to first period, body science.

I walked in and I notice there was a seat open to the prettiest girl in school, Angela Thomas. I don't like her, but she's the only person that doesn't make fun of me. Then I look on the other side to see that bandana boy was seating next to me.

"Well, this should be fun," I thought to myself while groaning loudly.

I walk down the aisle and once again bandana boy tripped me. I again fall on my face having everyone laugh at me. The difference was that Angela stood up and pulled his chair. Everyone went silent when they saw that. Angela kneeled down to his level.

"Now you know what it feels like," she whispered in an angry tone.

She then helped me up looking worried.

"Are you okay?" She asked brushing me off.

I grab her hands and she looked up at me.

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