(Previously known as: The Life of the Bullied)
~How can you say you love someone, when you can't even love yourself?~
"I love you, Sarah Emilia Hall."
"I-I think you should leave." I could literally see the life drain out of his eyes when I sa...
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❤Sarah's POV❤
"You actually think he likes you? Ha don't make me laugh." It was the end of the day and standing by my locker I felt my mood instantly damper.
I'd been wondering when Brittany and her cronies would show up, but it was later than I'd anticipated. Maybe they were just as shocked by how this was happening, I mean it's only in movies that you hear about how the fat girl and the most popular boy end up together.
But this is real life, and it was happening, so ha, proved her wrong. Turning around I took in all that was Brittany Carol, rich, tall beautiful, skinny... One of the regular cheerleader girls in the movies that always end up with the hot guys. Someone I always envisioned myself becoming, hoping to look like. But as we all know, there was no way in hell I'd ever look like her, and I'd come to accept that a long time ago.
I sighed as Brittany looked over her friends, checking to see if everyone was doing what they were supposed to be doing, which consisted of standing behind her at all times and being ready to stand up for her if such time arose. Honestly I don't think they were needed very much.
"So, Hippo do you honestly think this, this thing between you and James will last? Because I'm just here to help you. There's no way he wants to really be with you. He's just playing the nice guy right now, imagine, after all this blows over every girl will admire him for so kindly "dating" the fat girl. He doesn't want to be with someone like...you. The thought alone is enough to make me laugh, everyone already knows that the person he wants to be with is someone like...me, not you but me. Someone who has a life outside of stuffing their face, and it seems that you cant do anything besides that."
As she spoke her face was beginning to turn a deep shade of red, and I could see over her shoulder her group of friends giggling and nodding in agreement to every word she said.
It was strange, I'd been spoken to like this almost everyday of my high school life and yet I had somehow figured out how to let her words go. To let them not cut as deeply as she intended, to take them lightly, because after all she'd been saying the same thing over for years and after repeating something so much it began to mean nothing.
Yet this time I was wondering, what if what she is saying is true? I mean you only repeat the same thing over and over without changing one single detail if its true, and Brittany had been saying this to me for what seemed to be ages.
