That night I got a call. I picked up and heard a voice I didn't reconize. "Who is this?"
"Um...it's me. The guy from school who tried and epicly failed to open your locker."
I giggled. "Are you laughing at me?" Oh no, did I upset him?
"N-n-no. Sorry..."
"It's OK. By the way, my name is Patrick. You can call me Patty, *laughs*, all my friends do." In the background I heard someone screaming,"Patrick, who the hell is on the phone? What are you doing? Are you talking to that loser? Hang up if you are!"
"Sorry I gotta go. My girlfriend is flipping mad at me."
"Wait!" I said just before he hung up.
"Yeah? What is it?"
"I like you you're nice. Maybe we should...hangout?"
"What?" this was NOT Patrick's voice, it was his girlfriend's. "It told you tramp, to knock it off! He's mine; you said so yourself!"
"Um...I didn't mean what I said....I don't really want to hangout...with him."
"GOOD! But, even if it was a joke don't do that ever again!"
I hung up quickly. I started crying again. I thought I had finally made a friend.
That night I decided to die. I went to a high bridge and spread my arms out. I sniffed and felt a tear roll down my cheek. Then I felt someone grab me. Crap, was it my mom?
"What are you doing? You could get killed doing this."
"That's wha--," I turned around to see Patrick.
"Don't worry I dumped that loser. I heard what you said. I hope we can do more than just hangout. So will you be my girlfriend, Marissa?"
How did he know my name? I was just about to ask him, as his warm lips pressed against my cold, chapped lips.
"I'll wait for an answer, but please keep me in mind."
That night I didn't cry myself to sleep.
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Someone Save Me
Teen FictionIt's a sad story of a girl who is bullied. When everything starts to go downhill, she meets a guy who helps her turn it all around. Ever been bullied? This might give you a little courage, and make you think about sho is there t help you.
