Tragic

Tragic Part 1

It was the start of junior year and I was dreading it. I hated school because of the bullies and the piece of shit teachers that did nothing to stop them. I was the one that got picked on, beat up, and numerous other things. Because of them I cut myself to keep track of the amount of times I've been bullied. So far three hundred eighty six times. I got up and brushed my teeth, pulled out a black long sleeve crop top and pair of denim shorts. I got dressed and put on my classic black converse. I kissed my mom on the cheek and told her goodbye, but she put a granola bar in my hand so I would eat. I grabbed my keys and made my way to the black Camaro I got over the summer as a gift from my dad. I smiled when I saw the car, but immediately wiped it away when I saw who was walking in my direction.

I tried to get into my car quicker, but he slammed the door shut before I could slip in.

"Where do you think you're going Dylan?" he whispered in my ear.

"I'm going to school. As for you Jake shouldn't you be heading straight to hell?" I spat at Jake, the leader of high school bullies.

"I'd be careful of what you say to me, Dylan. Things could up bad for you." Jake whispered in my ear.

"Not worse than they already are." I whispered sadly hoping Jake didn't hear me, but he did and looked taken aback. With that said he opened the car door for me and jumped in locking the doors behind me. I punched the steering wheel and put my keys in the ignition. It took me a minute to realize Jake was still standing there watching me, with an expression I couldn't read. I shrugged it off and pulled out the driveway. On the way to school I drove slow so I didn't have to be there to soon.

When I parked in the lot at school I sat in my car thinking about what this year was going to bring. I had my sleeves rolled up and I was brushing my fingers over my scars and newly formed cuts. Tears formed at the corners of my eyes and I blinked them back. I pulled my sleeves down and turned off the engine. My eyes flickered to the swarm of sluts that gathered at the front doors waiting for the jocks. They were talking and pointing towards a kid that looked new to the school. He was tall with brown wavy hair that looked as if he cut it six months ago and is trying to let it grow out. Even from my spot in the back of the lot I could see his turquoise blue eyes. He was wearing a black short sleeve, a pair of cargo shorts, and a pair of white converse. He looked annoyed from all the rude stares he was getting. He looked around the parking lot and his eyes fell on me as I realized I was standing outside of my car. I sighed and pulled out my pack of cigarettes from my purse that was thrown across my body. I lit one and started to blow O's into the air.

"Mind if I join?" I heard an unfamiliar husky voice from the side of me. I turned to see the new guy standing beside me.

"Sure, but if you get picked on don't blame me." I said handing him a cigarette and my lighter. He lit it and looked down at me.

"Picked on for hanging out with a gorgeous girl?" He asked and I snorted.

"No for hanging out with the freak girl that gets beat and bullied." I said blowing out another puff of smoke.

"Bullied, really? Why?" He asked looking shocked.

"Honestly, I don't know." I said blowing out O's.

"Well that's unfortunate. Too bad they won't be able to do shit anymore." He said looking down at me with a smirk.

"Why's that?" I questioned with a look of confusion.

"Because you're new friend Marc won't let anything happen to his first new friend at this school." Marc said making me smile.

"Well I'm Dylan. So should we get to class?" I asked feeling somewhat hopeful that junior year won't be as bad as I thought.