I don't know why he picked on me so much. He used to be nice in the sixth grade...but he started
getting cruel in the 7th grade. Now, being in highschool and being a junior, i was still afraid of him. As i
walked through the long winding hallways, i knew i was alone. I was sent cold glares from peers as i
trudged through the hallways. Many people hated me because i had "Wronged" him. His name...Zayn
malik. He H A T E D me. Heavens knows why! I was friends with him at one point but i slowly
started seeing him change and i couldn't help him...i tried to but he just became...someone else. In
the seventh grade, he wasn't all bad. He just started to ignore me. 8th grade was when he started
physically assulting me. Throwing pencils and shoving me in the hallways and locker room
became his favorite pass time. Freshman year was the worst. He attacked me. Physically,
emotionaly, and mentally. He just became horrible. Awful. Wretched. He called me hideous. Ugly
too. So many things...(He called me manwhore but i didn't know why...) He pushed, shoved, and
threw me against lockers. I was so busy in my own thoughts that i hadn't realized the menace that
was coming towards me. "Hey, Tommlison." Oh no....I looked up to see zayn's smirking face . My
eyes were slightly wide hich caused his smirk to grow a bit. "You scared?" 'he sneered and flexed a
bit to try to intimidate me. It worked only a little. "No." i responded.
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I went home with a broken arm.
