Chapter 1

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Jess:

*4 months of bullying later*

Harry (that seemed to be his name) and I walked into the hallway. It was the last bell. I was so excited to go home and talk to Sarah. Walking up to my locker, I waved to him goodbye. He walked away, smiling. "I can't wait to go home." I uttered under my breath. I had enough problems already. Putting the books in my locker, I closed it, planning to walk up to the bus. But I bumped into that girl from 3rd period. Uh-oh.

"GIRL WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING! I DON'T WANT YOUR UGLINESS ON ME!" she yelled. "And while I'm at it," She pushed me forcefully onto the floor. I was about to cry: the pain was so horrible. A group of people started to join up and laugh at me. Pointing at me just made the humiliation even more than it had to. I tried to get up, but I couldn't. I didn't feel like getting up at all, because, well, I just wanted to sit there and cry. Tears poured a river down my face, and getting up, I ran away to the bus. Harry, tried to stop me. But I kept going.

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On that bus I cried and cried. Why would they be so mean?

(Part 2 coming up next. I have to get up early to go to camp. I promise I will have it up by wendsday.)

(To your right is an inspriational video called "To This Day" When I first saw this, I broke down crying. Yes, I wrote this book because I WAS BULLIED, but there was this one friend named Breigh Casteneda who told me that eveything was going to be okay. To this day, "Toothpic," They called me. I hated that name.)

It's not coming up on here so here it is:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IWQJo3OOQ6M

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