Chapter 1

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I wake up to my annoying alarm clock reminding me I have to go to hell aka school. Some people call school hell because you have to learn and it's boring. Well yeah, I get that but it's even worse when you get bullied.

I roll myself out of my bed and fall on the floor. I stand up and turn off my alarm clock. I walk to my dresser and get all my undergarments out. I walk over to my closet, pick out my outfit for the day and hop in the shower.

After I get out I start to get dressed. I slide on my black leggings and my navy blue sweater. I look at myself through my body mirror and nod slightly in aproval. I brush out my long dark brown hair. Today I decided to put a little mascara. My one and only friend Kayla says it makes my big green eyes "pop."

I don't usually put on makeup anymore. My tears wash it off by 2 period anyway. So what's the point?

I go downstairs to see my dad giving me a warm smile and trying making breakfast. He doesn't know that I go through hell every day. Only my sister Kelsey does well out of my family anyway. I break out of my thoughts to a burning smell I immediately look up. It's my dad. Jeez he can't cook for the life of him.

"Well there goes breakfast. Sorry Alexis. Where's your sister?" My dad asks me.

"Still upstairs. I gotta go get her so we can drive to school. Be right back." I reply, and he nods in response. I have my permet but I need my sister to be able to drive.

I run back upstairs to Kelsey's room and walk in. Most people would knock but we have a close relationship. I see her finishing up her makeup. I look down at her and ask, "are you ready to go?"

"Yup!" She says popping the p. We walk downstairs and say our goodbyes to my dad and we leave. As we are on the way she starts a conversation. "So I was thinking we could go to the mall after school?" She asks me keeping her eyes on the road.

"Sure? What's the occasion?" I respond knowing there's no birthdays or holidays coming up anytime soon.

"That's for me to know and you to find out." She smirks as we pull into a parking spot at our high school.

'Let the bullying begin' I think to myself.

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