Chapter 2, School

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As Melanie walked through the school gates she started to feel anxious. Everyone in the corridor was staring at her. She felt their glares digging deep into her back.

She heard them muttering, whispering her name.

"What's happened to her?"
"Look at that big bruise on her face"
"Was it her mother or her boyfriend?"

Everyone started to laugh.

Melanie just ignored them. She just carried the same melancholy expression all the way to her locker. She shown no reaction, after all, she was used to it now.

She had reached her locker and was about to shove her bag inside when a sticky note fell off the door.

She scrabbled it off the floor to read it before anyone noticed it.

It read...

Useless attention seeking whore
        Go and drink bleach

Melanie shoved the hurtful note in her pocket and continued to her lesson.

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It was halfway through first lesson now and Melanie was scribbling down notes in her work book to revise from.

The teacher has left the classroom.

She was bored so she started writing on her hand.
Htaed ot derob

She chuckled to her self, knowing that no one will understand.

"Oi Melanie, you finally going mad there"
The class rippled with laughter

Melanie continued to write
Em llik

"Ave you seen what she's done on er arm, what a freak"

"Just like her dad"

"Which one"

The class laughed again.

"Her step dad, the one who go put in prison."

"How many step dads has she had?"

"4, her mums such a slag."

"Ah ha ha. What happened to her real dad?"

Tears were streaming down Melanie's face now, dripping down onto her work, staining the paper.

"I heard he ran away cause he hated her mother."

"I thought he raped someone and got locked up for it"

"Did non of you guys read the new paper, he killed himself."

"Hung or jumped?"

"Jumped, in front of a train."

"What a train wreck he was."

The class laughed some more.

One girl crouched besides Melanie.

"Awww, you okay. Are they being mean" she said in a mocking voice.

"Why are you always crying?"

"Crybaby"

"Attention seeking, thats what she's doing."

"Go and play the violin on your arms."

"Tramp"

"Go and kill yourself"

"No one likes you, not even your own mother, that's why she punched you in the face!"

Melanie suddenly rose from her chair.

She turned towards the boy and walked eerily towards him.

"Do you wanna say that again"

"Die!"

Melanie grabbed the boy by his hair and.....

Hey, do ya think I should carry the story on.
Is it good so far.
CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM WELCOME!!!



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