The Girl Who Got bullied

Chapter 7- Dogs dont wear clothes.

It's a shame that I can't even make half of my readers to vote. *Tsk tsk *
So I decided we will take it slow and set up targets.

Target for this chapter is 10 votes! Come on its an easy target.

Next update won't be until this chapter reaches 10 votes.

* Important announment*

I have done some major editing in the first and second chapter as I found them unsatisfing. It does not changes the story, but it would be nice if you could check it out and keep yourself updated of the latest changes.

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Julie's POV

I signed and clutched my hair tightly with both my hands. I read the letter again trying to figure a way out of it. I brought the candle flame near the letter careful not to burn it. It has been a month or so that I hadn't paid my bills so they had to cut off the electricity of my house. It didn't bother me as I hardly stayed in the house, but now that the roof over my head is going to be snatched away from me, it scares me. The letter that I held in my hand warned me on the behalf of the landowner to pay my rents. There was no way I could ask him to excuse my rent of this month as I already did so 3 times. It was a favour he did by allowing me to stay for extra 3 months without paying rent. But luck is not always in your favour, well is it?

A person can explain a friend, console him, encourage him and tell him everything is going to be okay in the end. But it's another thing to try to console yourself when you know the truth. And the truth was I was going to be homeless, if it hadn't been for the scholarship I would never be able to go to school. The truth was I was in deep money crisis, it surprised me that I was able to make it this far, struggling trying to keep my life together when it kept shattering into thousands and thousands of pieces. And the truth was the problems in my plate that had piled up far above my head that they were choking me everyday. The money crisis, the bullying, my bully being my stalker, my job, my studies and now this, it was hard for me to keep up when the ray of hope of a better life kept shutting off.

I cried and the fact that I had no shoulder to cry upon and I was all by myself, and I had to embrace myself made me cry again. The only thing that made my heavy heart a little light was crying, screaming and crying again. I couldn't stop the water works. They kept on flowing all night until I got tired and drifted into a deep and disturbed sleep.

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Next morning, I woke up tired, my head paining, and dizziness taking over me time and again. Somehow I managed to get ready, though I looked like a big wreck, my eyes were puffy and red, my body looked weak, and the dark circles under my eyes had worsened. But again you don't expect a person with such life conditions, to look as fresh as a daisy do you?

As I was packing my bag, my eyes got stuck on the red bitch belt. The evil memories it held were nothing but filled sadness, helplessness and anger. I held it in my hands remembering those old times and kept it in my bag. Today I was ready to go to any extend to keep Cole away from me, even if it meant I had to wear around my neck, it didnt matter much as nobody even noticed my existence which kinda floated my boat. The original plan had been that I would wear it in the corridors were I am likely to be bombarded onto Cole and remove it as soon as I entered the class.

With a heavy heart I got out of the house praying I might. Might survive this day.

As I reached the school gate I quickly tied the belt around my neck and went towards my locker. Luckily so far I hadn't had any encounter with Cole which helped building my spirits up. I kept my books in the locker and proceeded towards my first lecture. As the day passed by my anxiety increased and I could hardly pay attention in the lectures. How could I? When I was unsure if I will have home to go to after school.