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Chapter 1

I sit in class and stare at the clock, waiting for the bell to ring. As usual, I am the first one here. It's not like I had any friends to hang out with before school anyway.

Why do I even come to school? Why am I even alive? Why do I bother waking up everyday if I go through the same sad cycle everyday? I could skip school and go sit in the park and forget about my life for a few hours before going back to that hell hole, in other words, home.

I just wanted school to be over with. It's my senior year and in a few months, I'll be able to leave school, move to another city and start a new fresh life.

As I start to get lost in my thoughts, imagining how my life would be after I finish senior year, the bell rings and brings me back to reality.

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Well, at least Harry is not in this class. All he ever does is shove mean comments at me and bash me up after school. I never really cared about what peple had to say about me, but when it comes to Harry, it always hurts. I never understood why. I am so glad I didn't have an encounter with him this morning. Not after what happened yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that, and every day I've spent in this school. I hear every thing he says about me to his friends. I hear the insults his friends throw at me, I hear him laugh at me, about how I have the most disgusting hair in the school and about how I'm too fat and how I shouldn't wear clothes that don't hide my flabby arms and legs.

I ignore them. Just like I do everyday.

And then the teacher walks in silencing everyone and I silently thank him while he hands out our worksheets.

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Lunch.

The one thing I hated.

Walking down the hallway to my locker, I hold my books tight to my chest and pray that no one trips me today; I already have way too many bruises on me, I don't need anymore.

Eventually, I reach my locker and just as I'm about to open it, I see a group of freshmen girls meet at their locker and start fangirling about some hot guy in thier Science class. I wish I could have expeirenced that. Sughing to myself, I open my locker and grab the paper bag that contains a sandwhich and an apple. The hallway is empty by the time I close my locker and I smile to myself because today mught be the day I go home without being beaten up.

I'm halfway towards the toilets when I hear someone walking behind me. I walk faster wanting to be protected by the toilets.

"What you running from Bella?"

"N-Nothing" I spat, regretting it immediately

"Now, keep your attitude to youself. What have I told you?"

"I-I'm sorry"

"Sorry doesn't cut it!"

Just as he shouted that, I felt his hand on my face, my head whipping to the side. I can already feel all the blood rising to my cheek. He pushed me aginst the locker and I slumped down to the floor and smacked my head on the concrete.

Harry has never done that before. I couldn't move, and my vision was fuzzy and my head felt like it weighed a ton. I felt Harry kick my rib multiple times, but I was too weak to move, or even open my eyes. I just laid there like I was dead, feeling numb, before I felt another kick in my stomach and I blacked out.

A/N:

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