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I hate school.

My high school is the definition of basic. You've got the jocks, you've got the nerds, you've got the cheerleaders, you've got the bullies, and you've got those who are bullied. I'm the last one.

I don't really understand why I was the chosen victim, but that one unfortunate event when I accidentally knocked THE Ethan Dolan over changed it all.

I always thought of Ethan as a nice guy, in fact we used to be best friends in elementary school. He was the friend that always carried my backpack for me, opened doors for me, even my mom thought we would be one of those cliché couples who were childhood best friends. Oh man, was she wrong.

My mom passed away when I was in 8th grade unexpectedly. We woke up, and just like that, she was gone. That same day was the day Ethan stopped talking to me. He yelled at me, telling me I was such a selfish bitch, and that he doesn't understand why he ever liked me. After that I didn't speak to him, until, I knocked him over that one VERY unfortunate day.

I thought that would be the last time I talked to Ethan, but turns out it's a daily fight between us, consisting of him yelling at me in the halls calling me names, 'accidentally' knocking me over or shoving my books out of my hands, laughing at me and pretending to obsess over me. It was hell.

"Brandy! Oh Brandy! Ahh!" He shouted at me as I awakened from my deep thoughts. He thought it was hilarious to sarcastically worship me as if I was a celebrity.

I ignored him and continued on while him and his group snickered in the distance.

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