Hey Lovelies!
Well here is chapter number two. It has a bunch of grammar issues, SO no it's not edited. Half of this chapter was written and the rest is a filler. I don't know. Hope y'all enjoy some of it. Comment. Tell me what i'm doing wrong. Message me. Want to write a chapter? Go for it. I also know it's sort of boring at the moment but be patient, this is new to me and it'll hopefully get better in a couple of chapters.
-Missy :3
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It was my second year in junior high, the first year that I felt I could successfully accomplish without the unnecessary bullying. Truthfully, I knew that would not happen.
I remember walking into my first class of the day, French. The teacher decided to give us assigned seats, most teachers felt the need to do that. Surprisingly I forgot that I was even present in a room full of kids I know and some I really did hate, at the time.
“Scarlet!” my teacher almost yelled my name.
I lifted my head up for a minute to look at my teacher, she didn’t look pleased and was pointing to a seat in the back of the room. I picked up my back pack and slowly walked to my desk, always keeping my head down, even after I had sat down. I didn’t pay that much attention to my surroundings. I knew there were people sitting in the seats around me, I could hear them whispering about me.
I tried to ignore them, until I felt someone poke me from behind. I slowly turned around and was facing a girl. A beautiful typical blonde haired and blue eyed cheerleader.
“So you like to draw graveyards? Isn’t that a weird?” She stares at me with disgust as she asks her questions.
I turn around, looking at the drawing that I had been working on. It wasn’t frightening at all, the drawing was supposed to show the peaceful side of the grave yard. I turn back to the girl, just in time too since she had more to say. I didn’t really want to listen that much, mostly shrugging to what she has been saying.
“She’s a freak, a weird piece of shit.” Someone to my side replies to the girl’s unknown statement.
I look over to see a tan colored boy with black hair that matches his black eyes. I looked at him with a blank face but he smirked at me instead.
“I…I’m…not..” I stuttered a reply.
Another round of laughs from the group around me begins. I look down at my desk, holding back the small tears.
“She’s hideous too. Look at her face! Acne…eww” I hear a female voice say beside me.
From the corner of my eye I could see her, a girl with dark hair was staring at me. I didn’t want to turn to fully see her, she’d only make another comment.
“Her hair and clothes, did she grow up at the dump?” The blonde behind me commented again.
They kept making these horrible comments until the teacher asked for everyone’s attention. I didn’t dare pick up my head until then. I knew tears were about to spill out if the teacher didn’t get their attention. Our French teacher decided to put on a movie for our first day and I sat quietly like everyone else in class, watching the children’s show. A calm half hour past and the credits finally showed on the small TV screen. The lights were turned on by a random student just before the bell rang to inform all students to move on to their next class. I decided to stay sitting until my group of bullies left the area. I watched them get up from their seats, snickering and glancing at me with pure hate drawn on their faces. I began to stand up slowly when I felt a presence behind me still. The cheerleader.
