What do they see in me? #Wattys2017

Chapter 1•

"Loser."
"Freak."
"Nobody."

These words follow me down the hall way of my school. Their pointing fingers are like a big red arrow all pointing to me. My scuffed up converse trudge along the hall of the school. My hair hangs around my face like a curtain, a curtain of safety. But right now I don't feel safe. It's the last day of school and then there's summer holidays. My safe time, the time where I can be myself away from home. My parents send me up to our beach house by the coast. Just me and the beach, what more could I want.

A foot enters my vision, obviously trying to trip me over. I jump over the foot, but that doesn't work. As I jump he lifts his foot so he trips me while I'm in the air which causes more pain and more humiliation. Great.
"Get up loser," A voice in the background says, but I'm in too much pain to do so. My chin is throbbing from the impact of the ground, and my legs are stiff.
"I said get up!" I know this voice, it's my ex-bestfriend, Kamila, we were best friends since diaper days. Well that is until 1 year ago when she met Maggie.

Maggie was never seen without a magazine or a coating of mascara, not that there was anything wrong with that. What is wrong with that is that she thought she was better that's everyone because of her looks or her money. In my opinion she basically brainwashed Kamila into thinking what's right and what's wrong. For example, boob implants is what's right but hanging out with me is what's wrong.
A hand waves in front of my face, breaking me out of my thoughts, "Earth to loser," Kamila says. I look up to her from the ground, her long dyed blonde hair rests on her shoulders and her five sizes too small shirt hugs her chest, her pale blue eyes bore into my hazel ones.

"What could you possibly want?" I manage to spit out, my vision goes blurry from tears that burn my eyes. Something flashes across he face, but before I can figure out what it is, its gone.
"I said get up," She snaps. I stumble up and retrieve my books from the floor. She reaches into her bag and pulls out a bottle of red wine. No, please no, not only does it stain but I smell like alcohol for the whole day. Great just, friggin great.

"Please don't do this," I plead. I look around me for help, all I see is a crowd of people holding out their phones with smirks on their faces. I am disgusted by them, I am disgusted to be associated with them.

I look back over to Kamila, she has one hand on the bottle and another holding a packet of flour. Oh come on seriously, is it 'hate on Tegan day'?

She places the packet of flour on the ground and lifts up the bottle over my head and pours the whole cone tents of the whole bottle on me. The red wine seeps into my clothes like a sponge soaking up water, Next she grabs the packet of flour, and pours it all over me. Laughs and snickers overtake my hearing.

Red is all I see, I clench my fist by my sides. I swallow down all the bad words I could shout at them. Don't let them get to you Tegan, they aren't worth it. I chant that over and over in my brain.

I pick up my sopping wet bag and head towards the bathroom.

Summer can't come quick enough.

The bell pierces the air as I enter the toilets. I'll just take the day off. Maybe I can get to the beach house early since it's a 4 hour drive.

Little did I know what I was in for this summer...

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SURPRISE!! It's an update. To be honest I wasn't planning on updating for a while but then I got inspiration at 3am in the morning. Literally, I woke up and was like 'holy crap, I need to start to write this story. And BAM here it is.

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