Tortured Within

I was awoken by the sound of my alarm clock ringing. I sighed and pulled myself out of bed. It was a Monday which meant another horrid day in hell, formally addressed as 'school'. I dragged myself over to my wardrobe and chose the clothes I was wearing that day before slumping my way across my room into my en suite to get showered and ready.

After I was done, I walked downstairs to grab my lunch and go. As usual, mum had already left for work. I usually skipped breakfast. I was teased in school for being too fat so I didn't want to add to it. I sighed once more before hauling the front door open and dragging myself to school. I couldn't drive so I had to walk. I shoved my earphones into my ears and headed on my way.

I clicked 'shuffle' and 'If I Was Your Vampire' by Marilyn Manson flooded through my ears. The walk was a good forty five minutes long. I soon arrived at the school gates and felt that common feeling of how I was still very unwelcome. I had moved here from England almost three years ago now. We had moved almost a month after my fathers death. It was just me and mum now. John, my older brother had gone to fight with the army in Afghanistan. I swallowed a lump in my throat and stepped inside the school gates and to the building and to my very dismay, there were the four boys who would greet me in the same place every day and make my life utterly hell. "There she is!" One of them shouted as they all arose from their seats