Well This is Awkward...

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(y/n on left, Sadie on right)

A new school year, a new and clean slate. Everyone thinks that, some peoples aren't clean, some peoples are scratched, cut, bloody. Damaged some peoples slates are damaged, let's put it that way.

I'm apart of the group, my slate has been damaged ever since 8th grade, it's been 3 years, and my slate gets damaged even worse everyday.

School is one of the many places where my slate is damaged, the main attackers are a group of boys who call themselves the Vanoss Gaming Crew, they call me names, push me around, pull my hair, and many other things, I resorted to cutting in 9th grade and I've been doing it since. Some girls thought it would be funny if they opened my cuts while passing me in the hallway so they do that with needles and pins, it hurts but I've gotten used to it.

As I walked into the school eyes were already looking me over, every kid in this school knew about the crew bullying me and didn't do anything about it, I also had to deal with my dad abusing me at home so I had bruises and cuts often, but people just thought it was from the boys. As I walked to my locker I was greeted by the white toothed smirk of Vanoss, his red jacket standing out against the tan lockers.

"What do you want Vanoss?" I ask looking at the floor,

"Ooh, is the bitch sad?" He taunts pushing me against the locker causing me to groan,

"Vanoss..." I whimper under his hold, tears stinging my eyes, his hands were going to leave marks, now my dad is going to be pissed,

"Put her down!" A girl says, I look over straining,

"Who's going to stop me?" He snears, she smirks and motions for something, 5 other girls walk out,

"Us." She says,

"Your off the hook bitch, just this once, if I see you again you won't be so lucky." He says slamming me into the lockers and walks off, the girl walks over to me and crouches in front of me, I had slid down the locker onto the floor,

"Are you ok?" She asks, I nod,

"I'm used to it." I say, she holds her hand out,

"Sadie." She says, I take her hand and she hoists me up,

"y/n." I say,

"Well y/n, it's nice to meet you! I'll introduce you to these guys during lunch, come on, we have to go to class." She says, I could tell this was going to be the start of my first friendship.