Harry Styles BSM

32. Bad Day

Age 15

I angrily stomped my way home, clearly missing the bus because of some random bimbo (the queen bee) told our stupidly idiotic teacher that I did some pinheaded crap but I didn’t (I should’ve known she hated my guts more than I hated her), well, being my teacher’s favorite student (note the sarcasm), without letting me voice out my thoughts he sent me to a detention in which I will help the other staffs clean the kitchen in our cafeteria before heading home.
I quickly finished my “duty” and gladly because of the kind woman who’s the one managing the cafeteria let me head home so I can catch the bus, I ran and ran towards the bus stop and when I can see the outline of that place I saw the bus started moving so I ran faster

“wait! Come back!” I screamed but it was no use, the bus already left which means that I would have to walk, great, just great. I sat on the nearby bench for a couple of minutes to regain my breath.

“I guess the cafeteria lady didn’t let me off early to catch this bus.” I mumbled as I stood up and started walking, well this could be a long walk, when you’re riding on a car or bus, the ride is 10 minutes more or less, which means maybe more than 15-20 minutes on walking

“better hurry then” I started walking a little bit faster and then I heard some rumbling, I look up at the sky and noticed that the clouds were a bit darker then in just a couple of seconds, the rain starts to pour making me wet, I dig my backpack to look for my umbrella then I remembered that I left it on Harry’s car, just great, I’m walking home while its raining, I love the rain though.
Gladly I have my jacket so I put my hood on then continued my journey. Minutes passed, and I’m still walking, thinking about my state right now, well in this age teens tend to be a bit more dramatic, I imagined myself like the artists in the music videos (I do that a lot). Then memories happened today came flashing back at me starting from when I was late for class because I had to walk to school. I barged in our homeroom to find everybody staring at me as if I killed someone, but to my luck, my class adviser was nice so she just told me to not be late next time and then continued the lesson. At lunch time somebody spilled their drink at me making my uniform wet and stained with a purple colored liquid (grape juice), luckily I had an extra shirt on my locker. While I was walking towards my locker somebody thought its funny to stick their foot out on my way and trip me making my paper works scattered on the floor, tough luck, the janitor is cleaning which means that the floor is wet, so mostly my papers are dirty and the others are wet. Wait, thought that was it? No there’s more, you think being Harry Styles’ little sister is like being in heaven? No, it’s worse than hell, I mean yeah I love it that Harry’s living his dream but the thing that I don’t want about it is the attention that I received, but it’s not good, I was bullied, there are times that they will hurt me physically, but always verbally. As I walk down the hall, people will start whispering, pointing, laughing, shouting names at me. But you know I just ignore it, I won’t give them the satisfaction.  Then there are times that even though I’m not with Harry or any of the boys, for example last Saturday I was at the bookstore buying books of course, well when I was done buying the second I stepped outside the store those annoying paps just pops out of nowhere and went towards me and they kept on asking questions about my brother and the others while other’s kept on snapping photos, well I was asking them kindly to let me through but they wouldn’t budge, I was trying so hard to keep my breathing steady then one pap came towards me making his huge camera thingy hit my forehead making it bleed, well I guess that’s not all but I wont say anything anymore.

Maybe because of the weather that I feel so down, well for starters I woke up this morning a bit late with a massive head-ache but I can’t skip school so yep, even though I feel that way I really need to attend class, but Harry being Harry, kept on nagging me to stay home which made me a bit upset over him I don’t know, I’m cranky though. I don’t know why that I feel so angry.