georgia rose and diana ➢ one direction (ON HOLD + UNDER EDITING PROCESS)

i. georgia rose

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"what smells?" i hear someone whisper as i pass by a few kids on the hallway. i look down on the floor and hold my textbooks closer to my chest.

"i don't know... maybe it's the tramp that just walked past us." i hear another whisper as i try my best to ignore these whispers, to be strong and not let them drag me down.

"crying now, are we?" a jock steps in front of me and blocks my way. i look up and try my best to glare at him; however, it isn't working. the jock grabs a handful of my blonde hair and twists it. i give a sharp cry of pain and, before i know it, tears are pouring out of my eyes. so much for being a strong person.

even though i'm always trying to act tough, i always fail each time somebody is making fun of me. i am always so emotional, and that is one of the reasons why i hate myself.

"stop," i plead, eyes begging for mercy. "please s-stop." the jock laughs and a few people also follow him by sneering and snickering. the jock lets go and he spits on me for final measure.

i walk away, my hair looking like a complete mess. this is what's happening to me every single day. this is what i am always encountering. i'm the loser, the outcast. i have no friends because they don't want to be friends with the biggest loser in school.

the bell rings, signalling the start of classes. history is my first period each day, and the teacher, mr. schneebly, hates me. in fact he despises me, although i'm not sure why. i try and act like i don't care, though, but he's always embarrassing me in front of everybody.

i walk into the classroom and instantly the noise and the chattering stops. i walk to my seat at the third row, my feet making no sounds at all as they hit the waxed floor. i sit down and look ahead, ignoring the glares and the stares and the whispers from all around the room.

maddy, the most popular girl in the school, is sitting beside me as usual, though I don't know why someone as famous as her wants to sit next to me. i look at her and see that she is staring at me with some kind of smirk on her face.

i turn my head and look at the front of the room. mr. schneebly isn't here yet, but when he's here i'm sure he's going to start picking on me again. that's what's always happening in this hellhole.

finally mr. schneebly walks in. his weird sort-of-smirk is plastered on his face, and i shudder. i know it's mean to say this -- though he deserves the insult -- but.. mr. schneebly is ugly, no offense.

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it's lunch and i'm looking around the cafeteria for a place to sit in. is it possible to feel so lonely in such a crowded room? i think glumly as i continue my search for a seat.

i find a girl sitting alone and i look hopefully at the empty chair beside her. she notices me and she looks at me with disgust. "never in a million years," she quips, and i get the message. she doesn't want me to sit beside her.

i am still looking for a table when i walk past a table full of jocks and cheerleaders. the boy sitting on the last chair of the table recognizes me almost immediately. he sends a leg out, and it is too late for me to notice it. i trip and fall, landing face-first on my bowl of chocolate pudding.

their whole table laughs, and when the cafeteria checks out what they're laughing about they laugh, too. my face flushes red from embarrassment and i groan, standing up and wiping my face. it is full of the sticky pudding, and i'm sure my hair is affected by the chocolate, too.

"i think you shouldn't wash your face," says maddy, who is sitting next to the boy who had just tripped me. "you actually look pretty for the first time." her comment makes the whole cafeteria erupt into laughter again.