Struggles

Chapter 1

Hey guys :)

This is Struggles.

I wrote this on my previous account, but I'm deleting that one for personal reasons :)

I am making a new account to write on!!

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Hey.

My name is Tara Massie.

A sophomore at Robinson High in Florida.

I'm a girl who loves to read and who's best friends live across the country.

Other than them, I've got no friends.

Well, now I don't.

I used to have a group of friends.

The May twins, Nate and Tiffany May.

Also, Harry Styles.

AKA (to me) my first love and kiss.

Now, he's a complete biotch.

I don't know what happened to us.

It all started in 8th grade.

We were best friends or maybe more, until he ditched me and became an asshole.

I don't know why.

I just don't.

Now, Harry has a girlfriend, also the most popular bitch in school, Emily Tate.

I try to avoid them.

All they do is humiliate me.

Sometimes, I want to end it all within less than a second.

I choose not to since my mother would be alone then.

My father left us when I was really little.

God knows where the hell he ran off to.

I should be thankful I'm alive.

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Tara's POV

I slam my last essay for English on my desk. I finally finished! It is 2 AM and I am extremely tired. I grab all my homework and books I had laid out on my desk and quickly shove it into my backpack. Then, I leave my bag in the study room and run back to my room on the same floor. As soon as I open the door, I take a deep breath of the aroma that is filling the air, gingerbread cookie scented candles. I turn on my so-called lamp, which are actually tiny lanterns going all across my room. I think lamps are too cliche, so I stick to these. It gives a golden warming touch to my tiffany blue room. I crawl onto my bed and shove myself in the floral covers. Within seconds I fall into a deep sleep.

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BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

"OKAY OKAY!" I annoyingly mumble through the covers and whack the alarm clock.

It is time to go to school so I get up and walked into my large closet. Since the weather in Florida is always warm, I throw on some denim shorts and a lace shirt. I grab a few accessories to go along with my outfit. I walk into my hidden bathroom in my closet. Cool right? I brush my teeth and put on a tiny bit of makeup. Other girls at my school have tons of makeup on their faces. It's actually sort of scary. I stare into the mirror. I'm actually not that ugly or anything. People now and then say I'm pretty, hot, or sexy. Mostly weird creeper guys. I don't know why I get bullied so much.

I run back to my study room, grab my bag and speed down 2 sets of stairs. Our house has 4 floors, the basement, our huge living room, the kitchen with a tiny living room, and all of our rooms on the top floor.

I see Mom making some delicious pancakes in the kitchen.

"Morning sunshine!" She offers me a plate of pancakes with fruits on the side.

"Good morning mom." I take the plate from her and then she hands me a fork and knife.

"Thanks." I munch away trying to eat everything quickly.

"Hold your horses Tara. Eat slowly and drink some milk." She slides a cup of milk towards me.

"Thanks again." I say with my mouth slightly full.

I try to eat slowly when Mom is looking at me, but when she looks away, I literally attempt to swallow everything in my mouth.

I finish eating and grab the plate, cup, and utensils and lay them in the sink.

"Thanks Mom. Have a nice day. Love you. Bye!" I wave at her watching tv. She dismisses me by waving at me back, but eyes on the tv.

I walk out of our cozy house and hop onto my bike. I fling my bag onto the basket on my bike. I pedal my bike to get started and then once I'm stable, I ride easily. The school is about 10 minutes away from my house.

As I'm riding peacefully, I hear a bunch of girls giggling with loud music playing in the background.

"Hey loser!" A high-pitched voice shrieks. I turn my head around and see Emily, Harry's girlfriend, and her friends. She's gorgeous, but she is a complete slut and a bitch. I continue to ride,ignoring them. 

A hard rock hits me on the head knocking me off my bike. The girls drive away laughing hysterically. I lay on the ground, blood trickling down the side of my face. My whole body is bruised and all I feel is pain. I don't cry since this isn't really a huge surprise. It happens at least, every other week. I wipe the blood on my wounded forehead. The bruises on my legs and arms were not so severe so I can still continue to ride my bike. The pain is nothing to what I've experienced before.