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~Hailey~
My life had been good up until that point, although it hadn't been perfect by any means. My parents had fought a lot over the years for starters. Their scathing remarks and hurtful taunts had sometimes lasted until the dead of night, causing plenty of sleepless nights for me and a deep-rooted feeling of being cast aside to settle within me.
What hurt the most was the fact that their fury towards each other had taken them over, blinding them of my presence completely until I was no longer visible.
It had torn at me.
Like I said, my life hadn't been perfect.
Without my parent's focus, my only source of attention came from being in the spotlight at school - an occurrence some would count as a blessing. It had come naturally to me from a young age, perhaps due to my economic background, perhaps not.
It wasn't easy though. For every longing glance I was given by the other girls in my year; for every wish the boys had given to date me, I had to earn them. Every single last one.
I had to study hard to get some of the best grades in class; I had to spend hours in the morning looking at the mirror to perfect my average-at-best appearance.
I had to come out on top.
I couldn't even tell you the amount of days I'd spent perfecting the art of portraying a 'natural charisma,' as my friends had liked to call it. I wouldn't be surprised if it had all been a load of bullshit. Still, I'd practised it.
As expected, with the social pressures came the inevitable mistakes I'd made along the way -- and there had been a lot of them. I hadn't even thought them to be mistakes at the time which is the sad thing. They'd all been things that had needed to be done, like the time I'd shoved another girl's head down the toilet for insulting my appearance.
It had been expected of me.
Even now I can still remember how her natural curls had looked like rats' tails, sopping wet and reeking of stagnant water, and how her face had been all pudgy from crying. I'd had the last laugh that day. Yes, I'd been given a temporary exclusion, but it had been worth it to see the bitch cry. She'd never messed with me again.
Or again threatened my reputation.
When I was fourteen I committed several atrocious acts of bullying. Another mistake, or should I say, set of mistakes.
Still, I was lucky.
None of them had ever come back to bite me in the ass, except for one.
It started with one person. His name was Scott Reeves...
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