James
Wow. I never thought I liked Grace that much. I mean I knew I had a lil crush on her but damn.....I never really thought I loved her. But I can't tell her how I feel no matter how bad I want to. She's truly a great girl who deserves the best. I don't think I'm on that list. Besides, she doesn't like me anyways, at least not in that way.
"Hey Grace what's up?" I said walking with my lunch to our table. "Oh hey J how are you?" "I'm fine. What about you?" "I'm alright." When she said that she looked down at her food, a fork in her hand, playing with her food with a frown on her face. I just knew something was wrong. "Is everything OK?" I asked with a concerned look. "Hhuuhh. Yea everything's fine." "Grace come on. I know when something is wrong with you. We're best friends, you can tell me anything." "Well..... It's just that..... Ugh I'm getting bullied OK!" She got up and ran to the bathroom. I feel so bad. I want to help her but how can I? I don't want to make it any worse than it already is.
I went to the girls bathroom and yelled her name to see if she was still in there. I guess she wasn't cuz she didn't answer me. But while I was listening I heard some girls say Grace's name and calling her a slut and everything else out her name. I swear I just wanted to go in there and curse all of them out. But I just had to walk away; I needed to find Grace and tell her how I feel but.........where is she?
Grace
After I left the table and went to the bathroom these girls were in there. As soon as I got in one of the stalls they started talking about me and laughing at me, saying that I smell weird and calling me a female dog. (Y'all know what that word is) "She's so fucking ugly." One of the girls said which I already know that. I couldn't do anything but cry and wonder what did I ever do to them? They left and I walked out of the stall and washed my face so no one could see that I was crying. I took my phone out of my bag and called my mom to ask her if she can check me out of school. At this point I feel like dropping out. This isn't the first time I got
bullied. "Sweetie, what's the matter? What happened? Are you alright?" "Mom, I'm fine. I just wanna go home." "Well...OK. I'll be there in about 10 minutes OK. Go to the front office and wait for me." "OK." I hung up the phone sent to the office and told the lady at the front that I was waiting for my mom to pick me up. Surprisingly, she let me stay. I'm tired of being picked on. I don't know what I'm gonna do.
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Life
Teen FictionThis is a short story about a teenaged girl who has depression and is trying to get through life the best way she can. She is a little bit shy but she likes to talk to people. But the ones she does talk to she can't trust. So in the end she has no o...
