"hey pig!" Cameron Dallas, the most popular guy in school, yelled at me.
I looked back at him and he was walking over to where I was with his "squad".
he pushed me against my locker and leaned over me. "Wheres your wallet?!" He asked demandingly. "I-I- I don't have it today." I managed to get out. "Well, looks like we have to teach you a lesson." He said with a evil smirk. I know what was about to happen. It was the usual. I gulped as Nash and Matt grabbed my arms and took me outside where no one was as the rest of the guys followed.
Taylor punched me in the stomach. "this is was ugly ass rats get!" He said laughing along with everyone else. Cameron pushed me to the ground. I lied there in pain. I tried getting up but one of the foots pushed me back down.
They all started kicking me and saying terrible things like, "go kills yourself" "no one will ever love you" "why don't you just fucking die bitch" "you're never gonna be any thing more than a worthless piece of shit. I don't know why you just don't end it all now."
Those words were hurtful. They finally stopped and went always laughing. I got up and limped to my car and drove home. Once I got there, I went straight to my room and cried. I went to the bathroom and pulled out a razor blade and cut 14 marks on my wrists. After that I washed my arm whimpering in pain. I wrapped my arm in bandages and put on a long oversized sweater.
The next day.
I decided to wear contacts today and do something different with my style.
