nialls pov
i awake with a sharp pain in my side. i groan. standing up, i walkto the window. opening the blinds, i see bright white snow glistening the morning sunlight. it was deep, 12 inches at least. my eyes widen as i realize the truth. deep snow means no school, no school means no allison, no allison means no pain! "niall!" my mum calls out. "get ready for school!" my grin drops, leaving a terrified look on my beatup face. oh, i should probably introduce myself. my name is niall james horan. i am 16, and i am bullied everyday by a group of girls. yes, girls. i am bruised, scarred, and beaten beyond repair. my mother knows nothing about this. nobody does, not even my older brother greg
authors note:
hola my pepos!!! so, how was it???? hmmm
