Broken

Chapter 1

As I wait at the traffic lights I look up at the giant building that stares right back at me. I have a feeling that I'm already going to be known by a few people here but i don't let it get to me. I know its not true. Im not bothered.

Roomers were made up about me in my old school, bad ones. I never got a day when I didn't have someone tease me or when i couldn't hear someone mutter it as I walked past them in the hallways. I was known as the slut freak. People said that I practically begged lads to sleep with me. That I stole girls boyfriends away from them. Yet i didn't. it wasn't true. I guess I was just something that people wanted to laugh at or make fun of. Half of them probably thought the same, they probably thought it was a lie. Yet they just continued to do it because they thought it was funny. That it was a laugh. I had a group of friends before it all started. I was kind of popular too. Yet the day I rejected a boy when he tried to kiss me yet he had a girlfriend, he made up the roomer. Told everyone that I begged him to leave her to go with me. His girlfriend got her friends involved when she heard about it. She came up to me and threatened me. At first my friends just told me to ignore her, but later in the week they decided they didn't want to stick up for me anymore and they wanted to stay away because they felt that if they stayed that they would be involved too. It was the last time they actually spoke to me. After that they just joined the crowd and laughed and sniggered at me too.

The boy made up more lies about me too. I guess he just wanted to be the centre of attention for a while really. His girlfiend, along with her mates, came up to me later in the week. They grabbed me and shoved me into the lockers. Punching me and kicking me. My body felt sharp pains at every punch and kick and I was left weak lying on the floor. I had a nosebleed, a black eye and a sprained wrist from when i fell once they released me. I had to be taken to the medical room where they cleaned up my nose and rang my mum to collect me and take me home to rest my wrist. Yet she was at work so my stepdad collected me. He's never really liked me. Half the time he's at our house he's always shouting at me and my mum other times, he can be violent too, and he drinks a lot also.

He hated the fact that he had to collect me. I guess he Preferred it when I wasn't in the house. That evening he must of been really angry at me though because when I managed to get to my room at night, my wrist wasn't sprained anymore. It was broken.

Sorry for the spelling mistakes! Im not too good at writing either so its quite bad grammar!! Im uploading every night or once every two nights at the longest! Please vote and comment what you think! Maybe give me some ideas of what to write for the next part?! -mary xo