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Chapter 1 - My Bestfriend is a Celebrity

Chapter 1

I sighed as I hesitantly walked the corridor. As I walked towards my locker, I noticed that my locker had been vandalized again. This happened regularly and if ever I got rid of their writings, they would just have fun vandalizing it again.

The words, "ALAYN WOODS, YOU SUCK!" were written in red pen. That was the worst pen of all, it looked like blood and I hated it. I couldn't stand seeing blood that I would faint if I ever get a sight of it. I didn't know why I had this phobia, but it didn't matter, I needed to get rid of it as soon as possible.

Aside from that, I really sucked. I had no friends and I was totally someone being ignored. I was someone no one wanted to be friends with. I was always alone whenever I ate or studied. I didn't go to parties. Logically, that was because I never got invited to one.

I was also the top target of the bullies in this school. They saw me as a bug that they could easily squash. I didn't do anything wrong for them to hate me. It was just simply that I couldn't stand when others got bullied right in front of my eyes. Whenever I saw someone being bullied, I had this bad habit of stepping in and telling the bullies to stop it or rather stop the disturbance that they were causing. Since then, they saw me as some fragile and kind-hearted girl who favored herself being hurt than others.

I just went with the flow of letting them bully me so they could let the others off the hook. I didn't know why I agreed to it, but like I told you, it was a bad habit. I didn't like seeing another person be hurt. I guessed it all started before my father died when he used to beat up my mom. I thought that I just didn't want to relieve the sight of my father beating my mother, the sight of seeing my mother hurt, or anyone in particular.

I was a popular kid when I was in middle school. I was admired by all levels and I could freely interact with others. But that was in middle school, there was a huge difference between that life and this life.

Now, I was living my bullied life as a straight A-student to get into a prestigious university. Maybe I could survive a little more of this life. After all, I spent nearly four years not minding about the emotional pain it caused me.

I already survived without a friend to count on. Only a little more suffering and it would all be worth it. I was sure that I could find a friend in college. So, only a little step further...it was not that hard, right?

I guessed you were now wondering why I didn't have any friends even though there were a lot of people that I helped from being bullied. As far as you could see, there were popular students who could easily manipulate the entire student body with a snap of their fingers.

A certain blonde named Roxanne Wilkins stated it: Everyone who became my friend would be bullied too.

I knew that it was a little childish of her, but she already made it official. And with that, I was left alone, not even a single friend to comfort me.

Roxanne Wilkins was who you could consider as my number one enemy. Wait, I couldn't even consider her as my enemy. I was the loser here, which meant that I always lost. I didn't have a chance of winning because I didn't even put any effort into make myself a winner.

For the sake of the people I didn't want to get bullied. I distanced myself far from them. I didn't want them hurt because of me. Maybe you could consider me as a modern saint.

I opened my locker and grabbed my books for my first class. After that, I slammed it shut then sighed again. I walked the corridors and went inside my homeroom. I sat at the back of the room, where no one even dared to take a peek at you.