Dangerously in Love

CHAPTER 1:

"Chloé, you're the most disgusting and sloppiest daughter ever. Sometimes I wish you wouldn't exist."
Those words stuck in my head, after an argument with my mum, as I got up in the morning. The words my mum told me again and again.
I tried to get my head clean so I decided to take a shower before I went to school where a lot of mischief would wait for me.

I arrived at school and saw my best friend, Carolin, sitting on a bench reading a fashion magazine, so I sat down next to her. Caro and my boyfriend Teddie were the only people I had, left in this world where I had the feeling to be safe.

"Good morning." I smiled weakly.
"Morning, are you okay?" She asked.
"Of course I am. Why not?" I responded.
"I was just asking because you don't look well." She looked at me.
"No everything is fine, don't worry."
We went to our other friends. We were eleven girls, kind of a gang. Erin, Leatitia, Maya, Megan, Mia, Letty, Aish, Clara, Sandra, Caro and me. Well, we used to have a beautiful friendship but they started excluding me, I don't know why. Sometimes I had the feeling they were talking about me behind my back and they tried persuading Carolin that I'd be the worst best friend ever. The fact that she could start believing them scared me.
I entered the class room as the school bell rang for class. I heard people laughing and whispering from all directions. I scrutinized myself if everything was fine. It was. I sat down on my chair.
"What's wrong with you guys? What's your problem? Why are ya laughing?" I heard Carolin saying.
"She's our problem. She's ugly, fat, silly and fake." A girl answered.
"The only person I can see who's ugly, fat, silly and fake is you. Not just you everyone who's sitting here and laughing about her. She didn't do anything to you guys. Why you're hating on her and bullying her like that?" Carolin said.
"It's okay." I told Caro insecure and hurt.
Right after that Mr Walker, our math teacher, stepped in.
We welcomed him and he started teaching us about binomial formula. I tried fighting back the tears which already dropped on my table. I wiped away the teardrops from my eyes, quickly and inconspicuous. Normally I didn't cry, I stayed strong, but I couldn't stay strong any longer. I was sick of getting judged by anyone.