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Chapter One

"Would you stop it?" I finally shouted causing Mr Goold to stop what he was doing and shout at me. I ignored him and turned to face the boy sat behind me. Michael Clifford had sat behind me in Maths and English for the past four years, and every lesson without fail he would throw things at the back of my head, and until now I'd ignored it. My mother had always taught me that if I ignored him he'd eventually get bored and leave me alone, but I'd finally had enough.

"Whoa, it speaks." he chuckled, earning an approving laugh from his friends. I rolled my eyes, turning to face the front of class. Mr Goold had gone back to quadratic equations, something that I could not wrap my head around for the life of me, and I couldn't help but think that Michael had something to do with it.
I finally thought he'd stopped, but ten minutes before the bell rang, I felt something hit the back of my head. Ignoring it, I sighed, letting my shoulders slump forward as I tried to hold back the tears. I didn't know why I was so emotional today. Normally I ignored him with no problem, today was different. I couldn't help but wonder why he'd chose me to torment for all these years? Had I done something to him that I wasn't aware of? I couldn't think of anything that would mean I'd deserve this treatment.

The bell finally rang signalling the end of class, but unfortunately not the end of the day. I slunk out of class, making it halfway down the corridor before I heard his voice echoing after me. "See you in English." The smirk was evident in his voice, and before I even had time to process what was happening my feet were picking up their pace and I was running for the bathroom, tears threatening to fall any second.

I slammed the door to the stall, collapsing on the floor, finally letting the tears flow. I felt my whole body shake as I sobbed horribly. I tried desperately to calm down, but nothing was working and it only made me shake harder. I didn't have to look in a mirror to know my make up was a mess and my nose was dripping. There wasn't going to be any way of me covering up that I'd spent the last fifteen minutes sobbing in the girls toilets.

I tried to think about this logically; he'd spent four years tormenting me, why was it getting to me today? Was it just because I'd finally snapped? Was it coming up to that time of the month? Was I just in a bad mood already? I sighed, the tears finally calming down to a trickle.

"Annabelle?" A voice came from outside the stall, it was soft and sympathetic and I almost didn't recognise it.

"Mrs Richens?" I replied, my voice foggy from the fact I'd been crying and my nose was blocked. I scrambled up from the floor, pulling the door open to come face to face with my English teacher. She was tall and blonde and leggy and every mans dream. Every girl wanted to be her, or be her best friend, and in my best friend's case; on her.

"Are you okay?" she asked uncertainly. She'd never made a secret of the fact she wasn't good with crying and it was painstakingly obvious from the way she patted my shoulder, whilst looking at me and almost asking me if this was the right thing to do. I couldn't help but let out a strangled laugh. Almost setting me off crying again.

"I'm fine!" I breathed, almost no sound came out.

She looked at me, unsure if she should press it. "Is this because of Michael, or is it something more serious?" she asked.

"Why would it be because of Michael?" I asked, walking over to the sink and running the cold water to splash over my face. I was right; my face was a mess and there was no way I was going to be able to fix my make-up. Instead I grabbed some tissue and began to remove it from my face.
"Welly just told me what happened in Maths." she sighed, leaning against the counter next to me. "If I were you I'd have smacked him a long time ago, though if you tell anyone I said that I'll deny it!" she chuckled.