The Secret Life of a Liviama

11/10/15

Appearance-

I'm Olivia Rosie, 4 feet 7 inches, 79 pounds. I have Chestnut hair, dark hazel eyes - like brown but with a tint of green. My mother says a blue eyed and green eyes person can't make a brown eyes person. I'm fairly short for my age, and I sometimes get bullied for it. But bullying is a whole other story. I have pink and blue nerd glasses.

Bullying-

The bullying started back in Thrid grade. I always wore my purple kitty cat hat. I loved it! But then this girl - lets call her Nicole (No, its not her real name) - came and ruined it. I didn't know it at the time, but she was calling me 'cow' behind my back. Then, "Nicole" told me, "Hey, Olivia, Bree (@Reading-Bee) said she doesn't want you to sit with us today."

And since Bree was my bestie I almost didn't believe her. But something made me. "O-okay. Where will I sit then?" I asked in confusion.

"I don't know. Why not with the boys?" Most 9 year old girls would gag or such, but I just shrugged.

"Okay," I told "Nicole". I was used to sitting with the boys. They were my friends. Well, at least most of them were. I was crushing on this one kid - lets call him Traitor. So, I was crushing hard on Traitor.

(Oh godddddd. I used our nicknames for each other. Eh, he found out in 4th grade anyways. I was crushing on him for 3 straight years. 3 YEARS!)

The story of our nicknames will come later.

Anyways, my childhood crush, Traitor, was there. So of course I was OK with it! I mean, I liked sitting with the boys. They weren't always talking about who's cute and who's got the prettiest nails. I bit my nails, so I was ashamed.

Okay, so its lunch. And I sit with the boys. But I told Bree I would sit with her earlier. Before "Nicole" told me Bree didn't want to sit with me.

So Bree gave me a look of confusion. I just rolled my eyes and looked back at the boys, starting a conversation.

One of our awesome conversations will be somewhere in this book.

Suddenly Recess rolled around (Man, I miss Recess!) and I was walking out of the building before Bree called me over. "Liv! Liv! Olivia Rose!" She called, and finally I looked at her. "Why didn't you sit with us?" She asked me, confusion in her eyes.

"I dunno. Maybe because you told "Nicole" to tell me that you didn't want me to sit with you?" I suggested, kinda rudely. (Sorry Bree!)

"Uh... I never told "Nicole" to tell you to not sit with us..." Bree trails off. I giver her a look of suprise.

"O-oh. Sorry Bree!" I exclaimed. Bree smiled.

"It's ok."

Later that night I went home. I was upset. Why wouldn't Nicole want me to sit with her? I laid face down in my bed. My lip quivered and finally I let it all out. I sobbed and my mom came in.

"Olivia? Are you okay?" She asked softly. I nodded.

"No, you aren't. Tell me what happened," my mom demanded.

I told her everything. She got a little angry and emailed my teacher. The next day my teacher talked to "Nicole" and turns out she sobbed this time. I still do not trust her when my other friends do. You never forget bullying...

The Traitor Story-

It was the year before, Second grade. Traitor was in my class. I didn't know him, but I sat next to him. For like, HALF THE YEAR! Yeah. We started being friends and talking a lot. This was when my crush started. It was from Second to Fourth Grade. I totally regret it now. We kinda... "Dated". But I don't count it as dating. I really never wanted to date him.

Back on topic, we were sat next to each other. And we were taking a lot. A LOT. So the teacher finally come to her senses. She moved B-Traitor to a different table. "Traitor," I whispered to him, passing his table.

"What!?!?" He exclaimed in suprise. I just smirked and waved. It's still our nickname to this day. In Thrid grade he asked me if we were too old for this. I said no.

In sixth grade I asked him if we were too old for this. He said no.

So, Traitor it is.

"Dating" Traitor-

It was fourth grade. I was finally getting over my crush in him. But then my friend' (were not friends anymore) "Sally" decided to go and convince Traitor to date me. And finally he gave in. This is how she told me.

"Oh, (His Name) is now your boyfriend!" Thanks, "Sally". It was Recess and we got to go outside. Traitor was climbing on the monkey bars and I asked him, " Are you my boyfriend?" And he just shrugged. His friends smirked.

"Olivia and (H/N) sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby in the baby carriage! That's not all, that's not all! I saw the baby drinking alcohol!" They chorused. Yeah, that was the song of the school. *Sigh*

Later at lunch, (This time we had lunch after Recess!) I was sitting at the table next to Traitor since we weren't in the same class.

"Hey, Olivia, I don't like you. Lets not date!" He called to me.

I shrugged "Okay, whatever! I didn't want to date you anyway!" I called back.

He scoffed. "Uh, and who wouldn't want to date this?" He asked.

"Uh, this?" I rolled my eyes.

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Hey! Olivia here! I hoped you enjoyed my stories! Sorry if they're not perfect, I tried to remember correctly. I may have added some stuff I forgot in. Yeah, well. See you next time!

~Liv