What do they see in me? #Wattys2017

Prologue

Whispers surround me like a blanket. Stares and pointing fingers crowd my sight. Snickers and rumours are all I hear these days. Yes, I am the girl who wears different clothes. Yes, I wish my life was different. Yes, I envy those who aren't bullied or picked on. Yes, I am picked on because I don't follow the crowd. Yes, I once lived a happy life. Yes, I am a victim of bullying.

You probably think why don't I tell my parents or an adult but trust me when I say I have tried but my parents don't give two shits about me. They have their own problems. My parents are loaded so I don't need a job, the servants and maids are like my family. My only family.

I have an older brother but he is in college and doesn't need the pressure of his 17 year old sisters bullying. Petty, is what my parents call me and my problems. Little do they know...

The teachers don't notice because the kids are really good at hiding it or denying. It's like a battle field out there, it's just me against the rest of the school. Eggs and others foods are used as ammo, the only difference between a battle field and school life, is that on the actual battle field they have shields or covers to protected them selves, but me, I have nothing.

My books are smashed out of my hands followed by a shout, "watch it freak."

"Tegan, my name is Tegan, not freak." I clench my teeth and say it in a almost whisper.

I'm over this.