Megan's POV
Do you know those girls who have such terrible lives they have to make other people feel their pain? Yeah, those girls were my best friends. They hate me now. I hate them.
Let me tell you a little bit about myself. I'm 5'2 and won't grow.I dance and play basketball. My birthday is August 7 1999. I have an abusive father, and a younger brother, Matthew. Now let me tell you my bulling story.
Today was the first day of grade 3. I had moved schools. I had no friends. Well I had a few, which turned out to be complete jerks. Well I was at school with my mom. She was a grade 4/5 teacher and core french, all the 'friends' I had wanted to get good grades in her french classes. My mom was sort of oblivious to the constant bullying, the death threats, the black eyes, bruises all over my body, scratches all over my chest and arms, the list goes on.
Today was the first day of grade 4. I had an amazing teacher, I found my friends Ellie, Chloe, Amber, Sahara, and Alice. It was a good year for me, but there were constant fights with me and my bullies. I never talked to them, they just had a problem with me.
Today was the first day of grade 5. I was in the same class with all my friends except Ellie. We still always hung out, just the 6 of us at break. It was a great 5 months, then my mom who knew what I was going through in after I started telling her about it, died in a car accident, but it wasn't just any car accident, her dad hit her. He died as well, but I didn't really get to know him that much. When my mom died, my dad started drinking more then he usually did. We never left cause I had no where to go, so my brother and I stayed with our abusive father.
Today was graduation. I was really excited, but it reminded me of my mom. She promised me that she would help me pick out my dress, and my shoes, and do my hair and make up. She was really good at doing hair and make up because I used to dance. I still do, but my friends mom takes me, because my dad won't take me. I picked out my dress with all my friends, they always had good fashion sense. I picked out a beautiful dress, it was a short and sleeveless dress with a black top and a silver bottom. The dress was long enough to cover all my scars. They picked a pair of heels that I refused to wear, because I trip on lines in basket ball with shoes that grip the floor, I can't where heels. I picked out a pair of flats that were silver to match my dress. I got Valedictorian and The Basket Ball Award. I don't know why it's an award, but the more the merrier. All my friends hung out with there dates. I went out side to get some fresh air, and I walk inside to Sam and Lauren. They got their boyfriends to hold my up against the wall. Sam start insulting me saying things like 'ugly' 'fat' 'worthless' 'too short'. Too short was the worst one. Lauren on the other hand started beating me up, punching me, kicking me, slapping me, the list goes on. They finally stopped, and I was left with a sore body for the whole summer.
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AN
I will be posting more often because IT'S SUMMER
Sorry for re starting again. I just didn't like the plot or the names. Hope you enjoyed
-MM
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