The Bullies Cant Bring Us Down

Chapter 1

Hey guys. My name is Penny and this is my first real book. And the chapters will be short but I will try to make them plentiful.

*Lily's POV*
SLAP! My binder goes tumbling down to the ground. Oh wow that was quicker than usual. THUD! And that's my cue. I'm on the floor moaning in pain. I swear I am not clumsy its just the fact that -"Get up." says a gruff voice. -Oh nevermind. I look up and see Carter Whittman the schools most notorious bully and his minions. I get up and SLAM! Oh look Principal Whitney is walking by. How nice. Does he not see me getting slammed against a locker? I guess not.  "So Carter, are you going to give me the usual punch in the ribs with a side of shoving and kicking?" I say. I get punched in the face. "Good answer." I retort. Not a smart move I must say. He takes my glasses off of my face sets them down and CRACK! There goes my glasses. The bell rings! "Well it was nice chatting with you boys but I must be on my way. Toodooloo!" I say. That wasn't very smart either since Carter's response was to swing his arm at me probably trying to punch me but I just stepped out of the way. "SEE YA" and I took off running.

I quickly go to the girls restroom and look for my contacts in my backpack. I don't really wear them. I usually just tape my glasses back together but this time I am pretty sure they are goners. My contacts enhance my bright blue eyes. I don't get it. I'm not too bad looking. I have pale pink lips and structured cheek bones and bright blue eyes. I have dirty blonde hair that goes down to my shoulder blades. I am not fat or doughy or extremely skinny. I wear musical T-shirts and jeans. So why do I get bullied? I'm not really a nerd. I'm a straight B student. I guess I am a geek. A musical geek, a PJO/HoO fan, and I LOVE Harry Potter. So what does everyone have against me? 

I realize I have been staring in the mirror for a long time. I check my phone and First Period is 3/4 of the way over already. "Crap!" I exclaim. Oh well I think I might as well skip it. I check out my bruises. I've got a couple on my back from the last couple of days. My knees are bright red from falling on them at least twice a day. My ribs are all black and blue. My arms have little bruises here and there. My face doesn't bruise often. Luckily today was one of those days where don't bruise. I pull my shirt where its supposed to be (low on my chest) roll down my white jeans and give myself  a once over in the mirror. With my shirt low on my chest I show a little cleavage. I don't look half bad like this. But I quickly abandon that thought.

I walk out of the bathroom with my head held high. I won't let them see the damage they have done to me. I don't think anyone realizes that its me. I mean I got a couple of whistles. I blush at that fact. I guess a little bit of cleavage and no glasses goes a long way. But I don't like that I quickly pull up my shirt and go to my locker to get my books for English. When I get there I quickly get in my seat behind Dominic Shirley our schools jock. He turns around with a smirk on his face. "Excuse me. I don't believe we've met before. I'm Dominic, Dominic Shirley." He says with a smirk. "I'm Mary, Mary Poppins." I say sarcastically. There is shock on his face. "Really?" He says. "Lucy Garthwhaite? School nerd?" I say. "Well Lucy there is something different about you."

"ASSHOLE!" I say loudly.

"Miss Garthwhaite! I am shocked by your behavior! You have detention! Same for you Mr. Shirley for speaking in my class!"

"UGH" I groan. I can't wait! I think. Even in my head its dripping with sarcasm.

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