I was walking down the hallway to my classroom when I was roughly shoved to the side causing me to drop my book and binders,"Move it, loser!" I stumbled on my feet before regaining my balance and glaring at the red-headed boy responsible as he continued down the hall.
Jerk...
I knelt down to pick up my stuff then headed to class. I set my bag down in my chair and as I took my seat Mr.Florenco entered the room.
Fifteen more minutes into the lesson my stomach growled, quite loudly. My classmates snickered and I gulped as I felt my face heat up. I hadn't eaten breakfast this morning and I was starving.
"Whoa was that an earthquake?" A guy joked, causing more snickers and laughs around the room but I ignored him as I continued with jotting down notes.
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Classes were long and boring, then finally it was lunch time. I stood up, grabbed my things and headed for my locker.
"Helen are you coming?" A girl called.
" Yeah I just gotta grab something first!" Another girl called back.
I sighed sadly, I wish I had friends. Or at least one.
I arrived at my locker and punched in my code. As I was putting my stuff in someone came up behind me and pulled my hair. "Ugh, you should really do something with your hair,"
I yelled out in pain and surprise as I fell to the floor landing on my bum. "Oww,"
I held the back of my head and looked up to see a girl with stick-straight brown hair,green tank top, really short shorts and high heels, walking down the hall as she looked back at me and smirked before taking a turn and disappearing around the corner.
Why would she do that?
I stood up and took out my phone to find the battery was dead. I forgot it was low and didn't turn it off after using it to listen to music earlier on my way to school.
Great, I thought sarcastically then shut my locker closed and headed to the cafeteria.
I got my food and went to sit at a table at the back. People glanced at me then turned to their buddies.
"Look how much she eats!"
"She's fat"
"Look at what she's wearing,"
"Girl, I swear I saw her wear that yesterday,"
I bit my bottom lip as I passed by all the other tables occupied by students.
"She's so ugly,"
"I'm glad she sits at the back, away from everyone,"
"Loner,"
"Yeah, go sit by yourself loser!" One girl shouted as I passed by her and her friends' table.
Finally I arrived at my table, setting my tray down I took a seat and sighed. I stared at the table blankly, as I began eating my lunch I kind of zoned out.
I was about done when something cold was dumped over my head. I gasped at the sudden contact with the ice cold liquid as it dripped down my blonde hair and into my face. It was sticky and smelled of strawberries.
Then there was an eruption of laughter. Looking up I saw Kathryn standing over me cackling along with her two other minions, Trina and Molly, as she held an empty cup in her hand with residents of the pink liquid on the sides of it.
I glanced around the room to see nearly the whole canteen laughing at me. I felt tears threatening to fall but I held them in, immediately left the room and went to my locker where I kept an extra sweatshirt.
What is wrong with some people? I thought to myself.
I headed the restroom and set my sweatshirt on the side of the sink then turned on the faucet to rinse my hair. I did what I could to rid the sticky drink, then ringed out the remaining water and changed my sweatshirt. I glanced at myself in the mirror and pulled the hood over my head before leaving for my next class.
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School's over for the day and I was at my locker getting a couple books needed to complete some assignments due tomorrow.
When I turned around my face met a hard chest. My eyes traveled upward till they locked with the grey eyes of the boy who shoved me this -and nearly every- morning. Jack Anderson.
"Excuse me,"I said bowing my head down as I tried to step around him but he stuck his arm out blocking me.
"Nope,"
I sighed, "What d-do you w-want?" I asked looking back to him.
He shoved some papers at me, "Their due tomorrow,"
I scowled, "I'm not d-doing y-your homew-work again,"I said then tried stepping pass him again then he grabbed my upper arm, I tensed up.
"Listen, there's this hot chick in my class I'm tryin' to get, but she's only going for the nerd guys who get A's. So I need an A on this, and your gonna do it." He said shoving them at me again.
" N-No, I w-won't," I tried shoving them back at him, and some papers fell to the floor.
"You'll do it, " Jack said, gripped my arm tighter, " Or else,"
I stayed quite for a moment, debating if I should or not when his nails started digging into my skin.
"O-okay, fine I'll d-do it," I said and he let go of my arm and smirked.
"Good, I'll get it from you tomorrow after lunch." He said before turning around and walking off.
Why couldn't be just do his own homework? Doesn't know how to do it? Then maybe he should study, instead of going out with buddies and making trouble.
I sighed and headed towards the exit. Holding the papers in my left arm and pushing the door open with my right hand, I stepped out into the cool September air.
I hate him, I really do. I hate that he always pushes me around, make me do his homework, trip me in the halls and shove me into lockers, I hated it. And I hated how I couldn't stand up to him, that I wouldn't stand up to him.
I started on my way home down the side walks and passed alleyways, when I had an idea: if I made Jack fail on his assignment maybe he'll stop pushing me around to do it for him all the time!
At the thought I smiled slightly as made my way out of the school parking lot.
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So first chapter is up. I'm not too happy about this chapter so I'll definitely come back and fix it later, I just really wanted to get this publish something already. :-3 And I promise it will be better in the next chapter, or after a couple chapters.
*Update:
I came back and fixed it little and happier with it, but what do you guys think?Please comment what you think about this chapter, Thank you! 😊
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Alone (A TMNT Fan fiction)
RandomClair is fifteen years old, her mother left her when she was only 8, and her father blames her. When at home, she is abused. When at school, she is bullied. She's really shy, insecure, and has no friends. She wears long sleeved clothes to hide her b...