Being Noticed

Surprise Number 2

AN: I love this song (well I love a lot of songs) and I didn't discover it. My friend did and she loves music. Thank you Kim for being my friend and talking to me in 7th grade I love you! (Even though she doesn't read)

When I exit out of class and head to my locker to get my science book for the next period everyone is facing me, pointing and whispering.

"Who is she!?"

"Is she wearing Blake Thompson's sweater!?"

Then one voice screeches out from the end of the hallway making everyone's attention to the voice and not me.

"Why the hell is SHE wearing MY boyfriend's sweater?!"

Holly and her squad of her Barbies are behind her, making their way to me. Wait hold up! Holly McCaster (that's her real last name) is making her way to me! The girl that sits next to the trash can for lunch. The girl that always has to do all the work in projects because the "popular kids" don't help. And just because I'm a loner that doesn't mean that I don't know what happens when Holly walks up to people "not on her ."  People get scratch marks when Holly "talks to them." And I am NOT happy to have her making her way to me.

Holly now stands in front of me and has her hands on her hips, her Barbies copying her.

"Why the hell are you wearing my boyfriend's sweater?!"

Chomping on her gum she pushes me to the floor and yells.

"Why the hell won't you answer bitch?!"

I stand up and reply.

"I wouldn't be calling someone something that you are."

People around us gasp and now have their attention to us cause no-one talks back to Holly, much less insults her.

"What did you say to me?!"

"I said that I wouldn't be calling someone something that you are."

Holly gasps and smacks me in the face, hard. I put my right hand up about to smack her but think otherwise and put it back down. Holly smirks.

"Ha, you don't have the guts to hit me much less smack me."

"I would hit you but that would just be animal abuse."

Now it's my turn to smirk and she looks at me, shocked. Everyone around us look at me shocked too and some even laugh making Holly give them the death glare. She smacks me again on the face, hard, making me fall on the floor. Then she digs her heel into my stomach making me yell in pain. At the same time her Barbies kick me everywhere. The face, my stomach, my legs, my arms. I cover my face with my hands and arms but nothing works, I still feel pain. I bet your thinking do you get this treatment everyday?! Why don't people help you?! Where the hell are the teachers?!

Well sorry to tell you but people don't help me, they just watch, film it, or walk away. The teachers know better not to mess with Holly becuase her mom is the principal, making her do anything she wants and not get in trouble. Plus this is the first time I am ever getting beaten up, especially by someone with heels and screams whenever one of her nails gets chipped.

The bell rings signaling second period and the kicking and hitting stops. I move my hands away from my face and see Holly smirking at me.

"Next time you dare talk back to me I will hit you even harder, get you expelled, and you will wish that you were never born."

She walks away with blood on her white pretty heels but she doesn't care. She only cares that she hurt a nothing and that nobody will help me. Holly's Barbies trail behind her and everyone gets to class acting as if nothing happened. But I don't get up.  I stay on the floor in the middle of the hallway half conscious. Some people look at me with sympathy while others smile at me and step on me as if saying this is what you get.

The hallway is clear after a few minutes and I stand up, making my way to the closest bathroom. When I finally reach it I step inside and look at myself in the mirror, hoping to see the girl this morning. Happy but sad at the same time, not looking beautiful or ugly but in between, and not having bruises and scratches on her face. But of course that's not what I see.

I see a girl with hair that's a huge mess, bruises and scratches all over her face and legs, mascara running down her face because of her tears, with a swollen cheek and a black eye. I take off the sweater and put it on a stall, lifting up my shirt and a small hiss comes out of my mouth. Bruises are all over my stomach, imprints of Holly's heel are rigged into my sides and blood dripping onto the tile floor from the cuts.

I put my shirt down and sit against one of the stalls holding onto Blake's sweater, crying. 

AN: I felt so sad writing this chapter😢😢! Bullying has to stop!! If you ever see anyone being bullied, help them! Or tell a teacher! Thanks for reading and please vote!