Help Me Please

Chapter One

Sulayge's point of view:
New school. New house. Same parents. Getting beaten everyday. Getting yelled at everyday for being bisexual. Getting burned with cigarettes. Getting abused verbally. Cutting myself. Getting bullied in school. Getting beat in school. Being laughed at in school. Sucks. I never had a friend. But any ways, I'm a junior (9th grade) in high school. I am the type of person that wants to be everyone's friend but is scared too. BEEP BEEP BEEP. I groan as I hit my alarm clock with my right hand. I get up, grab my towel, and head towards the bathroom. I turn on the shower, take my clothes off, and jump in the shower. I hiss in pain as the water hits my scars and cuts. Once I get out if the shower, I brush my teeth. I go to my room and put on a white tee-shirt, black jeans, a gray hoodie, blue socks, and black vans. I leave my hair out. "GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE AND MAKE ME BREAKFAST BITCH" my dad yells at me from downstairs. "Coming" I sat quietly. Once I get down stairs, I cook some eggs and bacon for my mom and dad. I leave it out in the table and walk out the door to head to school.

Jared's point of view:
School. I do nothing in school. I'm a bad boy. I cut class. Do no work. Curse at the teachers. I get all the girls. And I'm popular. But what really sucks is waking up for school. BEEP BEEP BEEP. Speaking of waking up for school, that's my alarm clock for school. I throw my alarm clock across the room. I go to the shower and brush my teeth. I put on a blue shirt, blue jeans (I also sag because I'm bad af), a black sweater, and black sneakers. I put my cap on and run out the door so I don't get in trouble for being late for school. As I'm walking, I see my bud Dave. "Sup Dave" I tell Dave. "Sup" Dave says. Dave runs away 'cause he sees his bitch. I walk up to the school building and put my stuff into my locker. I walk down the hall to see a cute girl in gray ombre walk to her locker. She is new. She has a nice ass I think to myself.

Sulayge's point of view:
As I'm walking to school, I see a patch of dasies. I think they're pretty so I take a dasie. Once I get to the school, I go to the main office to get my schedule. They give me my locker number and lock code. As I leave the main office, I see all of these people. But I keep an eye on one of them. I think that he is hot. He has bushy eyebrows, long hair but not too long, a mustache, a little hairy one to be exact, and I locked eyes with him for a second. I couldn't help but blush. I walk to my locker and fantasize about him. Right when I close my locker, I feel something. I feel something touch me. I feel someone hit me. It hurts. My whole body is in pain. I get pushed to the ground. They kick me. They punch me. They step on me. Great way to start off the first day. Once the bell rings, everyone leaves. Except for the hot boy. I get up and try to find my class. "You okay?" The hot boy asks me. "Uh. Y-yeah. I'm fine" I tell him. "You sure? You don't look okay" he tells me. "I'm fine. Thank you for asking" I tell him. "No problem" he says as he winks at me. And then I, being the fucking idiot I am, blush. Well this is gonna be a bumpy ride is think to myself