I'm back

Prologue

Zoe's pov.

I walked to school with my books wrapped up in my arms. I was scared of Mason, my bully. He has been bulling me for 3 years. We use to be best friends, but that all changed when we were 13. Now here I am at 16 walking to school with my head down hoping that Mason won't see me.

I reached the school gates and quickly walked to the entrance. I was about to open the door when I felt a hand wrap around my wrist. I looked down at the hand to see hot pink fingernails.

Ashley

Ashley is the queen bee of our school, she is also Mason's on again off again girlfriend. If you mess with Ashley you mess with Mason which you DO NOT want to do since he is the captain of the football team. He will have the whole football team on your butt if you are mean to him or Ashley.

I snapped back to reality when I heard Ashley's squeaky voice.

"Where do you think you're going nerd?" Ashley asked

I continued to stare at my feet since I didn't have enough courage to face her, or her minions.

"T-to my l-locker" I stuttered scared.

"Why?" She asked sounding confused.

"T-to drop o-off my s-stuff"

"Ah...well I see have fun" She said pushing me hard against the door and walking away.

I moaned and stood up, I picked up my stuff since when she pushed me I dropped it all. I walked into the school and started my journey to my locker. I looked up when I heard laughing, I saw people crowded around my locker. I pushed them away to see Mason in the middle with a spray can in his hand.

"Wh-what are y-you d-doing?" I asked confused.

Mason turned to me with a evil smirk on his face.

"Why don't you look yourself freak" He said sneering the freak part.

I looked at my locker and I felt my eyes water up. On my locker it said things like, freak, go die, ugly, fatty, nobody loves you, and the last was one that caught my eye said run away. 

The bullying is usually bad, but not this bad. Most of the time they just call me names and throw paper balls at me. This is too far. My parents always tell me that it will get better, but it's just getting worse. I don't understand what I did wrong, I don't know why all these people hate me. 

I felt hot tears roll down my cheeks, I didn't bother wiping them away since I didn't feel like it. I threw my books on the ground and was about to turn around and run. But instead I looked at Mason with pure hatred. I never hated him since I always thought that maybe one day he would stop, but this proves me wrong. 

Once he saw the look in my eye I could have sworn I seen guilt flash in his eyes but it was gone too quick for me to know. I looked at Mason one more time before turning around and running away. I ran as fast as I could out of the school, it wasn't that fast since I was a little over weight. But I still ran as fast as I could, I ran to the bus stop right on time to see a bus coming down the road.

I pulled out what was exposed to be my lunch money from my back pocket, and decided to give it to the bus driver. Once the bus reached me I hopped on, I looked at the driver.

"How far can this bus take me?" I asked

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