Stranded

Chapter 1

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"Mum, please. I can just drive." I say. My mother, bless her, is insisting upon driving me to school. Again. Being in my last year of high school, you'd think she'd get it that those precious fifeteen minutes of being able to be myself in the car alone are ones that I cherish.

"Okay sweetie, drive safe. And be sure to come straight home. Your dad's having company over." she instructs as she pours her daily coffee. I give her a kiss on the cheek on my way out, and then quickly make my way to the car.

I immediately turn the radio on. A smile finds it's way to my lips as a song by one of my favourite bands, Paramore, comes on. I bob my head to the blasting music.

I stop to Starbucks on my way to school, grateful that my favourite coffee shop os only a few minutes away from my house. I order my usual, a mocha frappe iced coffee and head out, getting back into the car.

Turning up the radio again, I casually sip on the coffee, bracing myself for another day of torture. The only time I get to truly be myself is when I'm in the car.

Let me tell you something, school is not fun for me. I'm not the popular one, I don't even remotely fit in. I am not a geek, I'm not a freak, so you're probably wondering why high school is literally hell on earth for me.

It's simple, it's all because of a certain group of people. Horrible people. What they have against me, I'll mever figure that out. But we are seriously enemies. I hate them and they hate me and that's the way it's going to be. Never going to change.

The thing is, they're popular. The whole school bows down at their feet. The whole school, excluding me of course. Maybe that's why they hate me. Maybe it's because I don't see them as gods and goddesses, but for who they really are. And since they're popular, if they hate someone, the whole school joins in and hates that person too.

Every day, since my eighth year, I've had to endure sniding remarks, hateful glances, black mailings, vile names, and so much more. Luckily, it's my last year, and after that, I never want to have to see any of these high school jerks again.

I sigh as I park my silver Mercedes. Yeah, my parents are pretty wealthy. I'm lucky, though. I have amazing parents. They alwasy manage to find time for me and I love them for that.

I put my long, brown hair up in a messy pony tail, and put my bag over my shoulder as I climb out of the car. I try to keep my head low as I walk through inside the building. I try to get here as early as I possibly can so that no one else is here.

I get the books I need from my locker and slowly make my way down the stranded hallway and to my first class.

"Morning Mr. Highstone." I greet my favourite teacher. He smiles warmly as he greets me.

"Morning Lilli. How's it going this morning?" he asks as I take a seat in the very back of the empty classroom.

"The usual." I say and then roll my eyes. He laughs at my expression, and I can't help but smile. With his snow white beard, hair, and mustache, wrinkles by his light blue eyes, a rounded stomach, and friendly smile, Mr. Highstone is like my second father. He always watches out for me and to be honest, I need that.

Our conversation stops as teenagers start to fill the classroom. I groan inwardly as Harry and his 'posse' come in, taking their usual seats in the front of the class.

"Well, Lilliana, you're looking especially revolting today." Harry says, saying his usual, every day insult. Everyone around him starts to laugh, though it's really not that funny.

"You know, Styles, I'd say the same, but revolting doesn't seem to sum up how much I hate seeing your face everyday." I retort.

"You know what? Fuck you." he says, unable to think of anything else. I make a disgusted face.

"Eww. Not thanks. But how about you go fuck Cecilia over there? Oh wait how could I forget, you already did." I say back. He stands there, looking like a complete idiot whilst everyone else 'ooh's' and laughs.

"Mr. Styles, please take your seat." Mr. Highstone instructs. Harry complies, but not before giving me a death stare, ensuring that there'll be hell to pay later. Well ya know what? I don't give a fuck. I'm through with his shit and everyone elses. I can take anything and everything they dish out. I've been doing it for almost five years now.

I hate you Harry Styles. With all of my heart, mind, and soul I hate you. My blood boils just to hear your name. With all of my being I wish you were dead. I hate you Harry. And there's nothing you can say or do that will or ever can change that.

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