Stay. (Completed!)

Chapter 1: first start

Hi I'm Charlotte. Well people call me Charlie. Well at least some of them do. Well I'm currently in the bus on my way to school. I used to love leaving for school, mostly to see my friends. By friends I mean the only two friends that I have, Jenna who we call Jen and Addison who we all call Addy. I'm currently listening to some of my favourite music trying to forget going to school. Honestly I hate it now all because of the stupid drama and rumours spreading around. If you guessed it well yeah I'm being bullied. Which is not a very fun thing. I don't talk to much people in my school not even the only two friends that I have. They usually avoid hanging out with me to not get bullied so they usually stay with the popular and cool kids. My stop finally arrived and it was time that I get out of the bus and start a new day and hope it goes well. We all know it won't. I walk down the gravel floor as I'm directing my self to the school's front door who was brownish and big, surrounded by green bushes and trees. I walk in to the door way and walk through the long crowded hallway as I keep looking at the light marbled floor, trying not to drive any attention and not making people notice me. I look up to see the blue lockers lined up against the wall. I search for locker 216. My locker. I went to my locker as people stared at me with disgusted looks. I ignore them and turn my music louder two distract myself from all the noise and the looks. I pick up my biology book and close the locker shut. I continue walking down the long halls as I headed to my biology class. The door was locked since I was early. I decided to go the the wash room a little and stay there for a minute or two because I couldn't handle the stares and the looks. I headed to the girls washrooms and stood in front of the big mirror in front of me as I stared through it. I stared so much that it looked like I was searching for my lost soul. Suddenly the bell rings and I snap out of my thoughts. I got out and headed back to my biology class.
I got in class taking a seat at the last table in the classroom. Sitting alone I put my book on the table and got out some pens. Everyone sat with their partners or friends as I sat alone at the end of the classroom. The teacher started teaching as I started to sketch on a piece of paper that I had found. I was drawing as the teacher explained the lesson and some project we had to do for next week. I just sat their quietly while the lesson ended. The bell rang and I stepped outside the classroom. I kept my head down as I walked to art class trying to ignore the voices that are haunting my head. Suddenly I was stopped by someone grabbing my arm.
"Where do you think you're going?" He said with a smirk. Who else could it be. Cole. A guy who is two years older than me. He's 17. I just look at him with wide eyes as I just try to get out of his grip. "I wouldn't do that if I were you..it will end up with breaking your wrist." He smirked. "What do you want?" I asked trying to look strong. "Nothing I'm just having fun" he laughed as his friends laughed with him. His blonde hair was styled upwards. He had big brown eyes that were dark and filled with evil. He would always look his best as he was known by everyone. He pushed me into a locker which hurt so bad. I bit my bottom lip trying to not show the pain. "So loser what shall we do with you today?" He said holding me in a way that I wouldn't be able to escape. "I'll be nice today and let you choose..so cupcake what will it be." He smirked. "Just let me go" I said through my anger and fear. "Where's the fun in that?" He said laughing. "Let her go, cole." The guy with dark brown hair and light brown eyes said. A guy who is known to be dangerous and mysterious. He's older than me. He is also 17 and one of Coles best friends. His name is Blake. Suddenly Coles grip loosened which made me slide down the blue lockers and fall to the hard, cold marbled ground, breathing out. I looked at Blake with wide eyes wondering why he did that. "Let's give her a break." Blake said as he walked away putting on his black hoodie and putting his hands in the pockets of his ripped jeans. Cole and his friends followed him down the long hallway as I got up going back to class. Obviously I was late. I got in and obviously was lectured about being late to class until I was able to get a seat. Alone at the end of the class. Class went on as usual and we went to our next classes. The day went by fast and I went home. What bothers me the most about thins school is that people don't understand people like me. All they care about is popularity and boys. Don't forget the party's I'm never invited to. What they don't understand is what we are actually feeling under the smile we are faking and our soul fading. They think that everything is ok, but it's not. Nothing's okay. We all have our own problems but it goes on all the bullying all the words that pierce their way to your heart like bullets. They use their mouth as a weapon to bring you down with their words that keep hurting. The looks and the secrets that they use against each other as a weapon. They don't take a minute to just think about what's going to happen after. I thought as I walked down the gravel ground. Walking towards the house. I open the wooden door that leads to the living room where I saw my mom sitting reading a magazine.
"Hi sweetheart how was your day?" She asked as I placed the fake smile on my face responding to her question. "Fine, mom" I answered. "Are you hungry?" She asked I responded to her question with a no and she went back to reading her magazine. I headed to my room as I opened the door that lead to my room who I had personalized in my own way.
I sat on my white wooden desk and started doing my homework. I finished and lied down on the bed. Nervous about what will happen tomorrow. It won't surprise me if its a bad day. I'm actually used to it now. But it still hurts. But our feelings are now numb because of the crying every night thinking all they say is true and try to forget every word that escaped their mouth while we cry ourselves to sleep every night letting our deep thoughts haunt us. When will it end is all I ask myself. What did I do wrong is all I think about. Do I actually deserve this is all I think about. But life goes on and we continue living our life asking our selves questions that won't be answered in the present but will only be answered by our past and future. We drift to sleep and remember all the good stories and all our dreams that we are dying to make them come true and finally see the happily ever after that they talk about in the fairy tale stories that they used to read to us when we were younger. But we can never get there without the stops and problems that we have to solve and get through so at the end we can reach our target before it fades away and never comes back, but that only teaches us to keep going and to try harder to keep being ourselves and keep loving who we are even though most people don't accept. The thing is, this is what makes us unique, the weird and different things we do is what makes us special. Who ever said that different is bad. The only way to imagine it to make everything feel better is think about a big garden filled with red roses but in the middle there is this tall white rose that made everything look so interesting and different. Which made the garden prettier in an amazing way. We shouldn't listen to what people say about us or how they judge us because we are that one white flower that was what made the garden different and interesting. I drift to sleep with my thoughts. Smiling at all the positive I'm thinking of and leaving out all the negative. Everyday I tell myself three words every time I'm feeling down, every morning and every night. ~Different is good~ and those words will stay in my head every second. With that I fall asleep.