I never knew what I did to upset Gemma and the cheerleaders at school, but one day in 4th grade she just flipped, and started hating me, apparently I no longer came up to standard according to them, and since she was a big popular cheerleader, she made sure that everyone else disliked or avoided me to. Not everyone bullied me, I just got dirty looks and ignored mostly. This worked perfectly for me up until first year of high school, when the jocks also decided that they didn't like me as well, but instead of calling me mean names, they shoved me and pinched me. This got progressively worse over the years, where I would come home with bruises up my arms from sly digs delivered at school.
Going through my usual routine of being pushed and shoved in the corridors, while others sneered, and generally tried to make my life worse than it already was, I felt a hand close around my bicep and pull me back, slamming me into a locker. Looking up, two brown eyes glared into my green ones, refusing to show an ounce of surprise I looked back into the face of Aron Fielding, this must have upset him more, because he slammed me into the locker again "you're coming with me bitch" he snarled at me before dragging me out of the nearest exit, with his two friends trapesing behind, one was called Logan, but I really didn't know who the other one was. Usually this would have scared me, but nothing he could do; would be worse than what I have already been through.
Throwing me onto the floor, Aron turned to face me. I had heard a rumour that he and his girl had split up, and that he had taken it pretty badly. But that had nothing to do with me, so I had no clue why I was here. I was thinking about this before I realised he was speaking "...so you see since she left, I've been quite upset, and you upset me too, so I figured I would just take it out on you, now get up." He gave me a flat look as I stood up, and looked at the 3 people stood in front of me, not really sure of what was happening, "good" he took a step towards me, and swung for me I blocked his hit easily, but he had other ideas, and this was not to be a fair fight. Huffing a breath, he shouted his goons to hold me while he took out his frustrations on my stomach. I fell to my knees when he stopped and they let go of me, they had been holding me up since about the 6th hit, and spat out the blood that was in my mouth, from when I bit my tongue. Pushing myself up of the floor, I looked Aron in the eye "are you finished, because I have lessons to go to" apparently he still had one hit left, and he swung for my face catching me right on my eye. 'Great. That's going to leave a mark, but at least nothings broken' I thought, as I lay on the floor, where they had dropped me. I lay for a full minuet taking stock of my injuries. Coming to the conclusion that there were no more breaks, only bruises. I gathered my strength and got up off the floor, wiping my mouth, and spitting any blood out. I caught my reflection in a car mirror, my red hair was dishevelled in its ponytail, and there were bits of dirt on my face. Sighing I trudged back inside, to my locker, collecting bruise ointment, and my pot of foundation I keep on hand at all times and went to the bathroom to sort my face out. For a 15 year old, I like to think I'm fairly organised, but today, rather annoyingly I had forgotten to bring a hair brush to school. Taking another hair tie, I pushed my hair up to a high ponytail; I platted my long hair, and tied the other end. Deciding that was acceptable I put more foundation and ointment over the bruise forming on my face. Just then the bathroom door slammed open, and in walked Arleen, and Marcy, two of Gemma's lap dogs, when I saw them, I shoved everything in my bag, and breezed out of the bathroom, but not before I heard them saying. "I hear they dragged her away, because she owed them money, if you ask me she should spend some of that money on a whole new wardrobe because hers sucks!" it sounded like Macey was talking, the two laugh as the door swings shut.
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Ação"You're an animal, you're a dog, you will always be a dog, and there's nothing you can do to change that" "You will do as you're told" "Come here and clean this up" All comments that had been shouted at Scarlett Fletcher. Her school life is bad, a...
