I heard the sound that I always dreaded in the morning. My alarm clock had just went off and I had to get ready for another day in hell a.k.a school. I turn the alarm off and roll out of bed.
School wasn't that bad but with bitching teachers and actual bitches, it was quite the nightmare. I never let anybody get under my skin, but there is one person that makes my skin crawl.
Grayson Dolan.
Grayson is one of the main reasons why I hate school.He and his brother, Ethan, are my bullies. We used to be really good friends when Grayson, Ethan, and I were in middle school, but the high school life got to them.
I take a shower and do all of my morning tasks. I put on my clothes and leave my room.
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I make my way downstairs and greet my mother. She was making breakfast.
" Good morning." She said.
" Morning mom."
" You ready for this afternoon?" She asked.
" What this afternoon?" I said staring at my phone.
" Dinner with The Dolans."
My head popped up as soon as I heard that name.
" Mom, you know I don't hang around them anymore." I said.
" I know but I'm still friends with their parents so they're coming over." She said.
" Whatever. I'm off to school." I say getting up from my seat.
" You don't want breakfast?" She asked.
" I lost my appetite."
I walk out of the door, to my car, and drive to school. I see Grayson looking at me as I lock my car door. I walk past him and his entourage. They start to whistle and bark at me. Grayson calls me a dog so I guess thats what the barking was about.
I ignore them and walk to my locker to get everything I need for my class. I get my book for calculus and put it in my bag. I close my locker and start to walk, but I am pushed to the ground. I look up to see Grayson. I get up and dust myself off. I walk away from him and get to my class.
I sit by my best friend, Alex, she was always super happy.
" You going to homecoming?" She asked.
" No." I say.
" Why not." She says, dragging out the t.
" One, I don't dance ( hsm 2 anyone?) and two, no one wants to go with me." I say.
