Bullied

Chapter 1

My name is Kylie Logan and I live in bumfucked egypt, aka Friendsville, Wyoming. Oh and yes, that's really the town's name. Every day is the worst day of my life and it only gets worse. Each day starts out pretty much the same way. My dad calls me downstairs to tell me breakfast is ready, he comments on how late i'm going to be (although I never am) and I head into school via the bus. Sounds completely normal right? You may ask yourself why I am so negative, but you will know soon enough. When I get on the bus, I sit in the front because all the self-proclaimed "cool kids" sit in the very back and there's not much room for anyone like me. I am as boring and average as they come. I am not pretty or unique or special. I have no talents to speak of. I'm just your everyday, run of the mill unpopular girl trying to make sure that she's invisible.

Sometimes I succeed in being ignored for a good part of the day, but not today unfortunately. Today I failed at being a ghost right from the very beginning. You see, as you will soon realize, I get picked on a lot. According to my dad, it's a normal part of school to get harassed. He says, "It's just high school, sweetie. It's not going to last forever." Yeah right! He was never the type of person to get picked on. He was one of the "chosen ones," a popular jock with decent grades and tons of friends. My mom used to tell me that he had always been a hottie before she took off. Even my own mother didn't want to be around me. She didn't even really explain why she was leaving. In her brief note, it simply said, I'm sorry. I just can't do this anymore. Please forgive me. Love, mom. What kind of person does that? How do you just abandon your whole family and run away from your problems like that? No explanation whatsoever. My mother was a coward, but then again, I'm probably not much better.

Remember how I said I failed earlier? Take your time, scroll up and read in case you forgot. Did you find the aforementioned sentence? Congratulations, you are about to bear witness to me chronicling my failures at life. Yes, that's right, I'm dragging you along with me. I have no one else, but don't despair. After all, it's just high school, sweetie. It's not going to last forever. *sigh* I looked back because I felt stares coming from the back of the bus. Usually I don't look, generally I pretend not to notice, but this time I did. This is the part where I screwed up. I had to look, because I heard the-guy-i-will-never-be-good-enough-for (aka Jacob Riley) laughing and I wanted to feel included.

They included me alright. Just not the way I wanted.

"Hey slut!"

Damn!

Yes, he was talking to me even though i've never actually had sex before. I didn't even have to look around to know that I was the unchosen one of the day. His spiky brown hair, tan body and brilliant green eyes were burnt into the far recesses of my mind. I had always had a huge crush on him, ever since kindergarten. He only went for narcissistic, stick thin, model gorgeous girls though. The bitchier, the better. As long as they put out he was happy. I really don't know what I ever saw in him. Although, to be absolutely fair, he had never picked on me until today. He had turned a blind eye when it came to his friends bullying, but today I guess he thought he needed to prove something.

"Why don't you come back here and sit on my lap awhile? Come on, darlin'. I know you dream about me at night."

I'm seriously so over this guy. What a dick!

He was right even if he didn't know it for certain. He waggled his eyebrows at me in a suggestive fashion, dry humping the air. His friends burst into hysterical laughter, some of them high-fiving him, like he was God's gift to comedy or something. I turned around to hide the fact that I was turning red from humiliation and shame. Why, oh why had I felt the absolutely overwhelming desire to turn around? I should have known that they were laughing at me! Why am I always so gullible? What is so wrong with me that they feel the need to call me out for not being one of them? I shook my head and fought the urge to cry. I would not let them win. Not today. If I cried, it only got worse and more intense.