Prologue

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Fifth Grade

"Hey look who it is! It's a nobody!" Sydney called out to me. She's been bullying me all of fifth grade.  Thank god it's April and the school year is almost over. She comes over and hits me in stomach then pushes me to the ground. And all I could do was lay there as she beat me.

"I hate you, you know that?" She says in an ice cold tone. I just lay there and sob. I couldn't do anything. And I had no friends. No one cared for me. When she was done beating me up she laughed and walked away. I got up and ran into the bathroom. In there I heard cries from the boys bathroom.

I walk in there and see a boy with curly blondish brown hair. He looks up at me and stops crying. I go over and sit next to him and cry too because I was still hurting.

"Why are you crying?" He asks.

"My bully punched and kicked me." I cry.

"I'm crying because my bully made fun of me and hit me." He said. So he has a bully too? Maybe we can team up and get rid of the bullies together.

"Do you have any friends?" I ask hoping he would at say yes so he didn't have to feel how I feel.

"No that's what my bully was making fun of me for. Do you have friends?" He asked returning the question. I just shook my head.

"Well, I think that we should be friends because we don't have any." He says.

"Okay, maybe we can defeat our bullies together." I say.

"Sounds good." He says plainly.

And that takes us to where we are now...

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