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Chapter 14

"I can't believe it's over!" Mickaela's voice groaned through the speakers, "I miss Weston!"

Weston and Mickaela had gotten close over the past few days and they never quit rambling about one another. It was like a never ending soap opera, long and tiresome. "I know." My voice was wary and understanding. I had done the same with Mark but, mostly in my head. There was no doubt I missed him even if we talked almost daily.

My fingers scrolled through twitter for a few minuets before a notification appeared in a bright banner, it was a DM from 'magconion1900'. Out of sheer curiousity, I clicked on it only to read this, "Why do you think you're worth anyone's time? everyone hates you. You're worthless and not to mention ugly. If you were the last person on earth, Mark would never truly care about you... He told me."

Although I was almost positive the message was from Loren, it still hurt. Worry filled my lungs as a sigh escaped my lips. What if 'magconion1900' was right, what if Mark was using me after all? frustration filled my body as I pushed myself up off my bed and raced down the lengthy stairwell, almost tripping at my own speed.

My mind ran a marathon as I wondered how my new school would treat me. Memories of pain and torture flashed through my mind, I was practicaly forced to transfer schools due to the amount of bullying I received from students in my classes. I hoped my first day wouldn't turn out too horrible.

"MOM, I'LL SEE YOU AFTER SCHOOL!" I shouted, heading out the front door and towards the shiny yellow school bus. Freshman year wasn't an easy year to be alive, there was no doubt about it. If you turned your back for one second, a senior would be torturing you when you turned back around. My eyes wandered to the confused and unsure faces, a fake smile plastered across my, 'I just woke up' face, trying to give a good first impression.

"Hey, you can sit here if you want." I flipped my gaze to a small girl sitting alone, her blond hair floated on her turned in shoulders and her brown eyes twinkled shyly. A smile swept across my face as I scooted into the open space, "Hi, I'm Karisma!" I smiled, holding my hand out but she didn't take it.

"I know. Mark's friend right? I'm Kristen." Even her voice was mousey as she flinched as if she said something she wasn't supposed to. I retrieved my hand and knitted my eyebrows together, "Uhm, yeah. How did you know that? Do you know Mark? Oh, and nice to meet you, Kristen!" Forced enthusiasm engulfed me, something wasn't quite right with this girl, she reminded me of an injured baby bird, petrified and hurt. "I-I guess you could say that..." She muttered softly just loud enough for my ears.

The rest of the ride was silent, neither she or I went to muster a single word. My feet now took me through the unfamiliar halls of the school, searching for my locker number, "114, 114, 114.. aha" I muttered as I found it. #114, I tried my locker combination a few times before placing my bag in and exploring the halls a bit more. Suddenly, I was swept aside, two arms holding me against the wall, "Listen kid, I know you're new and all but you still got rules." A man boomed.

"R-rules?" I muttered shyly, trying not to fall. This was all too familiar.

"What the hell? Are you deaf. I just said that. Stay out of this hall way. This hall is seniors only. Don't use the cafeteria vending machines, those are off limits to rats like yo-" His voice was interrupted by a strangely familiar one, "Aye, leave the kid alone will ya?" I looked over the strange mans tall shoulder only to see Gabriel. My eyes narrowed in on the person beside him... Mark, of course Mark went to my new school. Of course he did.

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