(Y/n)'s p.o.v
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"(y/n) it's time for you to get out of bed" your mom yelled from downstairs.
It was the first day of 10th grade. You hated school. You hated being all alone. You were terrible at making friends. You sat alone at lunch every day. You hated how everyone made fun of you for being short.
You have always been the shortest person in your grade and you hated it. You also hated being called up to the front of the class. You were always the quiet one who sat in the back. You never raised your hand or left your seat during class.
You rolled out of bed and yelled "ok I'm up" to your mom. "Get moving. The bus will be here in 30 minutes" your mom told you. "Ok" you responded.
You went and put on your outfit that you picked out the night before. You also took a shower yesterday night so you would have more time to get ready.
You put your hair in a high bun and put on barely any make up. All you wore was lip gloss and mascara. Makeup was something else you hated but you had to wear it. Every girl did.
You grabbed your bag and ran downstairs. Your mom had already put your favorite cereal in your bowl and you ate it in a couple minutes. "Bus is here" your mom informed you. "Ok. I'll see ya later" you said and ran out the door.
As soon as you walked onto the bus some loser yelled out "Hey! Shorty is here" you just ran down the aisle and took a seat in the middle if the crowded bus, ignoring everyone's laughter.
You knew today would be terrible.
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You walked into the high school you hated with a passion. The hallways were packed and it took you forever to find your locker. Finally you saw the small 2485 in the wall of lockers.
You put the combination in and opened it up. You put all your books in it and put the ones you needed back in your bag. The first bell rand and you headed to your first class.
You were the last one there and there was one seat left all the way in the back of the room. "Perfect" you said to yourself.
You took a seat next to a boy with dark brown hair and brown eyes. Right when you sat down he looked at you and said.
"Hey I'm Zayn" He seemed really nice but that name seemed so familiar.
That's when you remembered who he was.
"Hi. I'm (y/n)" you told him.
"Nice to meet you" he said. "You too" you replied.
The conversation ended when the teacher said "welcome back students. We have a new student this year" she said and smiled towards Zayn. "Would you like to come up and introduce yourself?" she asked him.
He walked up to the front of the class. He wasn't shy at all.
"Hi I'm Zayn." He said to the class.
"Ok Zayn is there anything about yourself that you want to say?" The teacher asked him.
"Um I don't really know. I like to spray paint on my mum's wall. She gets really mad bout it but I don't really care." He said and walked back to his seat.
"Ok then so let's get started shall we?" She said and started writing on the board.
That's when it hit you. Zayn wasn't just a new kid. He has been here before.
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You definitely remembered him.
Zayn lived in your town ever since you were in kindergarten. He was a terrible person. He was your childhood bully.
Zayn always pushed you over in the hallway. He always called you terrible names and picked on your height. He even trapped you in the janitor's closet so you never left school at the end of the day.
His mission was to make your life miserable. Zayn was the reason you cut yourself everyday in 5th grade. You were suicidal because of him.
At the end of 5th grade he moved away and was out of your life for good. You were finally left alone and everyone else just ignored you. You stopped cutting yourself and got rid of all your blades.
But now he's back, five years later. He saw you in class today but why doesn't he seem know you? Zayn should have recognized you and tortured you but he didn't.
Maybe he changed for the better or maybe you were just...forgotten.
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So I've decided to make a wattpad since many of you (from Instagram) wanted me to. I hope people will read Forgotten on Wattpad!
~searra🎀
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Forgotten
Fanfiction“I need to get to know her better. The thing is, I feel like I already know her. I feel as though I've seen that face before I met her. But that sounds crazy, I would have recognized her if I knew her before.” -Zayn Malik