Bully.

p a r t . o n e

                                                       Welcome to Hell.

I hate the term "anywhore." I've heard the word whore being directed at me one time too many. I also hate when black guys go "and then this fat bitch..." I've never heard a white guy say it, but there is always a first time for everything. I also hate when someone calls me a whore and some smart ass pretends like he's going to stand up for me but ends up making things worse by saying:

"She's not a whore! Who would fuck her nasty fat ass anyway!" That always gets the crowd laughing.

I don't know why everyone thinks its funny to call me a whore or fat. I've never actually had sex before, never even been in love. I'm not fat either, but I'm no twig. I don't know why everyone hates me. I've never spread a rumor about someone or stolen a girl's boyfriend, or had sex with the wrong person and got the reputation of  whore. I just got to school one Monday morning and suddenly I was newest target of practically everyone in the entire school. Maybe it was because of what happened that past friday night at the party. But no one really knows what happened that night anyway. No one knows why I "left early." But I doubt anyone would care anyway.

I'm Hannah, by the way. Junior at Canvery High, home or the Canvery Cougars. Roar. I used to party every weekend, get way too drunk and way too high. There have only been a few parties where I've been sober and most of the time it's only because I have church in the morning. Some girls wake up on Sunday as renewed virgins [a.k.a cheerleaders. We all know that despite it being terribly cliche most of them do have sex all the time. And most of them are the prettiest and richest girls at school], I wake up as the good girl who would always stay "above the influence." Whatever makes your daddy happy when he sees you in the morning.

I bet you're probably wondering what exactly happened that friday night at the party. Honestly, you don't want to know. But I'll let you know eventually, don't worry.

                                               Group Projects

Every since I was declared Social Outcast of the year, group projects have become my worst nightmare, given that my life wasn't already a living nightmare. No one ever wants to partner with me, not even the weird kid who stutters and probably doesn't have a soul. I either A. Get the teacher to let me work by myself or B. Get stuck with the kids who needed an extra person. I guess teachers must be in on the whole idea where everyone hates me because they always pick option B. They also always ignore it when everyone complains about having to work with me.

We have this project in English where we had to recite lines from a Shakespeare play. We also have a sub in that class who is dumb as a doornail and deaf as one too. Either that, or she thought it was funny when I was being socially ridiculed.

Chelsea Hart, queen bitch, decided that since no one wanted to partner with me and that we had a sub it would be a great time to remind me of what a lame excuse of a person I was.

"That girl over there, I hate her." She said girl as if I was a spider or something disgusting. The thing is, me and Chelsea used to be best friends.

"Why?" someone asked.

"Because she's ugly. I hate ugly people." She said. A few kids snickered.

"She's so weird." Another kid ventured. Meanwhile, Ms. Sub-lady sat reading the sub-note behind her desk, apparently oblivious to what was conspiring during her class.

"Super weird! I bet you even her mom doesn't like her!"

"She wears off brand clothes!"

"Like K-Mart!"

"And Target! And Walmart!" Sub-lady set the note down and cleared her throat. I chewed the inside of my lip, staring daggers into the floor.

The rest of the class period was dedicated to debating on where I bought my clothes, why I was so ugly, and whether or not my parents loved me. No one paid any attention to me as I stayed well after class to cry.

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Hey guys1 This idea has been bouncing around in my head for a while.

Again, based on a true story. Just not mine. The Group Projects section is actually something that did happen in my English Class while the teacher was out.

I did sit idly by while the girl was being bullied. I went back and apologized for not standing up for her.

This is NOT going to be cliched, just a collection of a couple of girl's who are bullied at my school.

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