Project: Steal Your Heart (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1: Rolling Star

June POV

One step, two steps, three steps… Then it started, insults, four steps, five steps, just ignore them, six steps, crude remarks seven steps, mocking laughs, eight steps, pushing, nine steps, ten steps falling to the floor. That is it, only ten step, ten, how easy is to count to ten. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.

Quick, simple and easy, but how can this be true? Ten steps for me to break apart, ten steps for my hopes to be crushed.

I rushed to the bathrooms and started puking; the little thing I eat for breakfast came out. It was disgusting, the perfectly and clean toilet was stained with my puke. Somehow this was exactly what my life was. I was the puke that stained the perfectly clean toilet.

I reminded myself to not cry be strong because they can’t know you are weak, you can’t give them another reason to bully you.

I stood up and didn’t flush the toilet, what can I say, I am a badass. But truth to be told I was pathetic, if there was a thing that would make them just a little uncomfortable I will do it.

I turned towards the toilet and flushed, and then I cleaned the mess I made.

The toilet didn’t do anything wrong… I sighed.

I straightened my back and looked at myself in the mirror, the tears weren't there and I mentally congratulated myself.

I toke a deep breath, the smell of high quality cleanser invading my nostrils. I stepped out and the insults started all over again, but this time I didn’t let them affect me since the hopes I had that today, just today, they wouldn’t bully me, where crushed into tiny itty bitty parts.

Today, I no longer cared. The key word, today, because tomorrow, I will believe again and get my hopes crushed, once more. I will never learn.

I walked towards my locker, all the while watching the marble floor, trying to make sense out of the random crack on the marble in front of my moving feet.

That looks like a fish to me, just turn you head to the right. Yep, definitely a fish.

I don’t hear you, I don’t hear you. I repeated on my mind but the truth is cruder, I actually hear you.

‘Slut, did you sleep with the principal? Because I don’t see another reason for them to accept you here. ‘

Mmm, that one is pretty old. Not that I will ever say it in public.

‘What do you do if a blonde throws you a grenade? Pull the pin and throw it back!’

Ha that one was pretty funny.

‘Give me an S give me an L give me a U give me a T, what does it say? June!'

It clearly says SLUT how stupid can they get? Hahaha did you hear me just now? How pathetic.

Trying to ignore it will not make it disappear. My inner dwarf told me; see I even created an imaginary leprechaun so I can have someone to talk to.

How pathetic, but despaired situations need despaired means.

I would like to live in the ignorance. I told the leprechaun. I am truly and inevitably crazy.

I stood in front of my locker, admiring the fine work that has been done to my poor locker. He was innocent; he didn’t need to get hurt. In big bold letter, a word was written over the whole length of my locker. Slut.

And that wasn’t enough, in smaller letter but as effective as any other, was written the thoughts of the despicable people around me.

You don’t belong here