bully (harry styles)

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(A/N: Just a warning, there will be foul language in this book. This is the only warning I'll be giving about this! :) and please vote and comment! Ily, btw I'm sorry if these first couple of chapters start out bad, It's just introducing the story, etc. x)

Hell. That is what I thought of everytime I walked into this awful school. I begged my mom for me to switch schools, she told me since it was my last year of high school I had to deal with it.  I whined to my mom about it, but I couldn't possibly tell her what was going on during school hours. I walked into my first class and greeted my friend, Liz. It was short for Elizabeth, which was a name I always adored. She always stood up for me whenever I was getting picked on which I praised her for, but she's been skipping school a lot lately. I asked her a couple times, but she has been mute about the subject. Except one day, she finally broke down in the middle of Science. She sobbed and sobbed until whispering that something has been going on in her family lately. I rubbed her back when she finally confessed that her mother had cancer. After that, she never showed up to class. She's always been  those girls that turn in her work on time, always paying attention, straight A's. But lately,  she didn't even show up to class the majority of the time.

I sat up straight and tried to focus on what my science teacher, Mr. Griffen, was saying, but I could overhear the girls talking behind me.

''What the fuck? She's so fucking weird. I mean seriously who dresses like that." I rolled my eyes at her, despite how I felt on the inside. I knew who it was, it was the same girl that picked on me everyday. Isabella. I had no problem with what I wore everyday. I couldn't afford all those new trends that kept setting around in our school, I didn't care for them either.

I could hear Isabella whispering to her other 'friends', when Mr Griffen called her out on it.

''Isabella, are you going to pay attention or  are you gonna keep chattering off to your little friends?" He smiled directly at me, he was one of my favorite teachers. He didn't tollerate bullying in his classroom. Sadly, most of the time he couldn't hear what others were saying about me.

I've only approached him once about the issue which he made a huge deal over.  I begged him not to call and tell my mom about it and he didn't. He asked about the bullying a week later and I told him the girls completely stopped and moved on, which was a complete lie. I guess Mr.Griffen confronted them about it, because it only got worse.

''Sorry, it won't happen again.'' Isabella smiled at him then shifted her gaze over to me. I turned around and focused back on my work.

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The whole day passed by in a blur, nothing exciting happened but nothing bad either. I walked home since it was about a mile away from school, it was better than taking the bus home. I was always excited to get back home to my books. I loved fiction stories unlike non-fiction. For non-fiction, you don't get to escape into a surreal world like you do with fiction. I always thought that was the reason why I got picked on because I loved books so much, but apparently there's more to it than that.

''Mom, I'm home!" I yelled out, she would always be sitting in her bedroom reading a new novel every week. She loves books just as much as I do. ''Upstairs honey!" She yelled back. I ran upstairs, exciting to see her after the annoying place I dreaded. ''How was school?'' Mom smiled at me.

''It was alright, a bit boring.'' I admit, the name-calling and hurtful words weren't as bad today as it normally is.

''I'll make you dinner, while I'm busy you should go over next-door and help the new neighbors!"

New neighbors? ''When did we get new neighbors?"

''They just moved in this morning, it took me by surprise but you know that old house has been empty for years!"

I nodded, not thinking anything about it and walked to my room. I looked around a second and a thought popped into my head. Was I really a ''nerd'' like everyone said I was? I had posters of my favorite movies plastered on each wall, my favorite bands, books spreaded all over my desk like a normal teenage girl. I don't get what was so wrong about me.

I sat on my bed, reading my favorite book at the moment, The Hunger Games. I knew it was popular, but I didn't mind. I loved this book so much,  I read it about three times already. I tried focusing onto the book, but my mind kept wandering off to other things.

''Mickey, are you okay? Why are you crying?" She frowned.

I jump and dart my eyes up towards my mother. I shook my head quickly and threw my book  towards my desk. ''Got too much into the book, sorry." I smiled, wiping my tears away.

''It's alright, honey. Just wanted to let you know dinners ready," She smiled back "Oh and we'll go visit the new neighbors afterwards.'' With a wink, she left my room and my smile vanished quickly. My thoughts were all jumbled up, but I knew one thing. I wasn't crying over the book, but I didn't dare tell her that.