~Ariana's POV~
"so, class as I was saying.." then I had stopped listening.
I was too deep in my thoughts. Kyle wasn't talking to me, which I was quite sad and happy about. I thought he was my friend. but, I'm glad he left me alone.
he's been hanging out with the girl he met at the Library a lot. she goes to school here, plus she's really gorgeous. so, I don't know why he wouldn't talk to her.
no, I'm not 'jealous'. I have nothing to be jealous for. I don't like Kyle. maybe, as a friend..not even. just someone I talk to.
I felt someone shake me and I come back to reality. I look up to see my English teacher.
"sweetheart, class is over."
"oh, yeah. sorry." I pick up my stuff and walk out fastly.
I was walking down the hallway to my arts class. everyone was already in they're class. at least I thought.
when I turned the corner, there were my beaters. you see, everyone just throws comments..them? they beat me up. I tried to walk past them unnoticed but, obviously I didn't succeed.
"yo! slut.." Kayla walked up to me with her minions. there was Kayla, Timmy, John and Andrea.
"uhm, h-hi." I fakely stutter. they have to think I'm scared of them which I'm actually not.
"noone asked you to talk!" John barked slapping me. my head turned the other way and I held my cheek.
"s-sorry."
"STOP TALKING." Kayla pushed me onto the floor and started kicking me. they all ambushed me, hitting me everywhere. I guess, that's what you get for being a slut.
after 5 minutes they all stopped and ran away.
I got up with shaky breath, I held the lockers for support. they got me good. I felt blood trickle down my nose.
I walked to the bathroom and pulled out some makeup. I tried to cover up as much as I could.
I sighed heavily. why did I have to be put through this?
I finished putting the makeup on and walked to my class.
"Ms. West, you're late." my art teacher turned around as she heard me opening the door.
"sorry, miss. I have to use the bathroom when a teacher asked me to help them." I smile and sit down on my seat.
"well, you may continue to do you're project for the fair." she pointed to my art work.
I nodded and went to grab it. I sat it down on its holder and started to paint. there was a fair on thursday and I needed to finish my painting since its Tuesday..
I loved to paint, although I'm not good..I've been told I could. but, I don't believe them. Art, is my getaway or writing, also reading..or music. My point is, those things let me Escape from everything and everyone.
once I finally finished I realized the bell was going to ring, I handed her my project and walked out. I looked at my arm and noticed 4 bruises. ugh!
I was walking when I bumped into someone. I fell to the ground and looked up. I saw Kyle.
"sorry." I muttered getting up and walking around him.
I'm kinda mad at him, to. he just left me when he said he wouldn't. he said he wasn't the others but, boy was that a huge lie. I shouldn't have trusted him.
"hey, wanna hang out later?" he asked me.
"nah, I don't like you.." I walk away and to my next glass which was gym.
-skipping gym.-
I walked out feeling relieved. apparently, the gym teacher decided we should run laps. I didn't liked the idea at first but, It was better then being thrown balls at you.
I Just had science then home. I limped my way to class. oh, yeah while I was running someone tripped me and I sprined my ankle. plus, it didn't help that they kicked it when I walked out. but, I was fine.
I walk into class and sit down sighing. it hurt like hell but, I didn't show it.
the teacher walked in and class begin.
-skipping science.-
I walked out of the class and towards my locker. I grabbed my homework and bag and walked out.
"yo, Ariana." I heard someone yell. I looked behind me and saw Kyle.
"shit." I mumble turning away and walking faster.
"ARIANA." I heard him shout. I stop, turn around and look at him.
"what?" crossing my arms, I glared.
"you've been ignoring me, plus you denied my question to hang out." he sighed.
"well, excuse me. you havent talked to me since saturday, its now tuesday.. you seen you wouldn't leave me..but, you did." I glare harder.
"no, no, no. it's not like that." he replied his eyes widen.
"sure, whatever." I say walking away towards the way to my house.
"its the truth!" I heard his yell.
sure, it is.
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this chapter not so good. :( sorry.yes, I did change the cover for this. I just didn't really feel the other one.
Sincerely,Alyssa(:
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Teen FictionAriana west, a misunderstood 13 year Old. no one believed her at anything she said. Her own parents didn't even believe her. so she was stuck on her own. until a certain Brown haired Boy comes into town. Kyle Evans, 13 year old who just moved in...