My iPhone alarmed blared "I Write Sins Not Tragedies", I groaned and got out of bed. I put on a Pierce The Veil band t- shirt with a black jacket over it, and pulled some ripped skinny jeans over my very skinny legs. I sighed, knowing what will happen when I get to school. I walked into the bathroom and brushed my teeth then grabbed my backpack. No breakfast today.
I walked out the door, past the street sign, to Glen High School. As I went to open the door somebody kicked me down, the door slammed into my head probably leaving a bruise.
"Mackenz-emo, move!" The mean girl Nat said to me with a smirk on her face, holding back my tears I ran into the school to my locker.
I quickly opened it and grabbed my books, running to First Period.
Of course when I got there the seats were full because nobody wanted me to sit, I went over to the teacher Mr. Shawn. "U-Um Mr. Shawn, there are no more seats left" I stuttered, he told a boy named Jacob to switch seats with someone so I had a seat, he was also emo but we weren't friends...
I sat down and began to stare blankly at the board
a(6+x6)=
X+an x5
I began to doodle in my notebook, drawing band names, the teacher never notices because he's always writing stuff.
Then before I knew it, the bell rang. I headed down to my locker, when suddenly a hand grabbed my arm. One of the mean girls was grabbing my arm. She dropped me into a classroom and I looked up, she had hazel eyes and blond hair with a smirk on her face.
The girl ripped off my jacket and looked at my cutting scars, "Hah, you cut... You sick emo bitch..." She said while grabbing a taser. "N-No, p-p-please don't hurt me" I said with tears in my eyes
"You deserve it.." I heard Nat say as the other girl held the taser to my arm.
Then she flicked it on, pain went through my whole entire body, tears rolled down my face it hurt too much to scream.
I heard a voice while I became dizzy and faint, "Hey what are you doing?!" I heard a guy's voice yell.
Then I blacked out.
I woke up in a hospital room with a blue wall, I looked up through my blurry vision to see a guy with side swept black hair with blue streaks, It was Jacob.
"A-Are you J-Jacob?" I said shakily, he nodded, then the doctor came in and said I could leave. I hugged Jacob tight, "Thank you so much for saving me back there..." I said. I usually am not this bubbly around any of my classmates even ones that are emo too.
I just ignore them, but this time I felt something, a connection.
"Hey we seem like we get along well already, I've finally found a friend" he said, "Same" I replied.
When we got out to his car he offered me a ride, "Where do you live?" He asked, "kind of near the high school down 5 blocks to the right."
Then he drove me there, we exchanged phone numbers and I got out and ran to my house. When I opened the door my mom rushed over to me, "Honey, I got the call about what happened. I'm tired of the bullies too" she hugged me.
My parents accepted me for who I was, unlike any other emo teen's parents.
I hugged back and headed upstairs to go listen to some Pierce The Veil.
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Bullying Is Like A Razor In My Skin
Teen Fiction16-year old Mackenzie had been bullied for years because of her emo style. She finds some friends along the way, but does that help at all? Find out by reading on A book by foxyishcool Not related to any true story Picture from Google
