Bullied by Magcon

Chapter 1

Negative words have now occupied my mind day after day, and night after night. My life was hell. It always had been and always will be. I'm not complaining it could always be much worse. I mean my life wouldn't be so bad considering the fact that I pretty much live on my own. I never have any kind of friend drama or family drama and I get plenty happy pills. But bullies punch and kick the hell out of me, so, therefore, hell is always around. Outside and inside.

My sperm donor, sugar daddy, creepy man. Whatever title you'd prefer I go by. He's a workaholic. As for the childbearing woman who isn't in my life since I escaped her loose whore vagina. Who knows where the fuck she is. I mean really, she signed the divorce papers and ran away. She literally ran away. I remember making pancakes and looking out of the kitchen window as she was with some scumbag and they sprinted through the back yard. Not that you'll be interested in this, so let's get to my bullies. They're really the best I promise.

My bullies... well there's Nash, Cameron, Matt, David and oh my favorite Taylor. Yeah no they're great so get ready. Fasten your seat-belts and get a vomit bag. Well, I wouldn't say it's their complete fault but I'll go ahead and say it is. Because of them, since they started this all. I have no friends at school and not even a social standing as a loser. But I do have my best friend Devin, my cousin Aaron and a mutual friend, Shawn. Now that girly crap 'God made us sisters because whatever the fuck' it's not that crap. Devin has always been there and well living together we've gotta be pretty tight ya know? She lives with me, but she's usually at work. She's home about one t two weeks out of every month. These past three months she's been too busy. So when she drops by, I'm usually sleeping. I'm kinda always sleeping. As for Shawn and Aaron. Wel,l they live together so they're very very bro-like close. I only get see them every now and then but I'll blame that on my loner tendencies.

If I was really going to take the universe's advice and just died. It's an option. When considering this option I tell myself that no one would miss me. But deep down I know Aaron and Shawn would me miss. But I Tell myself Aaron and Shawn would get over it quick. Then there's Devin. She says we have an unbreakable bond. But this 'bond' is breaking slowly. I keep telling myself it probably would hit her hard. But then the thought of me, and the thought of us would fade away. Along with the pain, she might feel. Yeah, I do think about suicide. Maybe more than the average person, possibly more than the average suicidal person. I haven't attempted but I endure self-harming. It's stupid as well as pointless. I just can't seem to not do it. Maybe old habits do die hard.

I moved into this hell wait I mean California, actually nope I meant hell. Let's just call it hell, okay? Say around the sixth grade. I'm not fat, and I had gotten my braces off that summer. I've never had a problem with acne. And I have great personal hygiene if I do say so myself. Though these boys, the bullies, they never fail to tell me consistently that things are otherwise.

My alarm clock went off way too fast it seemed. I'm really not a morning person but who is? It's also a Monday and I really don't wanna go to school. I didn't care anymore what people thought the reasoning being because no matter how hard I tried I was still labeled. I was called and told horrible things like I'm ugly, fat, even a slut. Those might not seem harsh to you but good people don't need negative words repeated over and over again.

I slipped into a pair of black skinny jeans. The ones where there are holes in the knee, very grunge like if I do say so myself. Along with my faded black oversized Nike sweatshirt that is a classic choice of mine. To top it off my lazy but comfortable attire I grabbed my not so new black on white Adidas superstars. Worn out may come to mind along with the word ugly, but comfort is more important and it looked nice I didn't look overdressed or ratchet. I decided to straighten my hair, that took awhile since I have thick hair. I really like how dying it over the weekend how it's looking now. A dirty blonde but blonde shade. So then I applied my makeup which consisted of mascara and enough foundation to cover my beauty scars and fresh bruises. I look into the body mirror and I actually felt good. I looked pretty good too. I brushed my teeth and then rushed out of the door. I walk to school because i don't really need a car. But the real reason is because I don't exercise and this is as close as I'll get to doing any.

I was walking along minding my own. When someone pulled up and honked their ugly but expensive sounding horn at me. I turned around and it was Taylor. I didn't know if this is a moment when I cry or laugh. So I just stood there frozen, looking at him blankly. Taylor, he began to yell out at me "Hey, I mean your legs are the only thing looking nice as you walk. So maybe all of you will look nice in my car. Get in sweet thing." This was a moment to laugh, 'sweet thing' he's way to get women is so cringy. I decided against laughing and just arched an eyebrow with a sassy stance. Maybe I looked too good since Taylor didn't even recognize me. I ended up saying "not from you" and then I rolled my eyes and kept walking.

My earbuds were already in but before they could start playing Taylor drove up to me again. He was saying something like "come on I don't bite baby" with an awfully ugly smirk. I then replied like "Uhh, Taylor can you just leave me alone." I don't know how or why but he didn't recognize me at all up until that point. I mean shit, he even tried hitting on me. He had said, "Oh shit, wait are you, Mason?" I mean at this point he's one of my bullies. I mean it didn't matter what I said anymore. "Duh, who else would I be silly" and then I winked at him. I mean I couldn't help but laugh at this situation. Well, he turned and faced the road looking straight forward and drove away quickly. He was probably embarrassed. Well, I'll find out how he felt in the beating today. I shrugged and continued towards the gates of hell.

(cheeky little bonus of Taylor's point of view)

WHAT THE FUCK. That was the only thing going on in my head. Did that really just happen? I mean it couldn't of. No way. So, I was driving to school when all of a sudden I saw this fine looking chick walking along the side of the road. She didn't look too old, and at this hour. I assumed she had been going to school. Either way, I was going to have this girl ride in my car. So then I drove up to her and yelled something along the lines of "hey honey need a ride." Then she said, "no, not from you." I think she rolled her eyes at me and kept walking. I mean what a bitch, but a hot bitch. So I drove up to her again and was all like "come on, I don't bite" and smirked. I mean my sexy smirk usually does the trick. Waiting for her to get in, she didn't and she was like "Uhh, Taylor leave me alone." It really through me off that she knew my name because I'd remember a hot body or that really cute face. I realized it was Mason. I was talking out loud and was like "Oh, shit are you, Mason?" She was still paying attention and was like "duh who else" and she laughed. That ugly bitch laughed at me. She has no idea what's going to happen to her now. God, I hate her. And here I almost slipped up. I mean holy fuck. I didn't think she could be hot let alone pretty. Ewe, I actually offered her a ride. If anyone saw that and asks I was harassing her. I just drove off, to be honest, I was kinda embarrassed.

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