"Do my homework fatass"
Oh my gosh. " Okay Brad I know you are dumb but I did not know you are blind. Do I look like a fatass to you? If you want to see a fatass, gladly look at yourself. I thought you said you were going to lose weight this summer, well news flash, it doesn't look like that." Skimming him up and down, I suddenly regret what I said. Brad was not fat, actually, he's the opposite. At 6'2, he is the quarterback for our football team the Bulls. I know, our high school is that bad. He is pretty fit for a guy his age and I suddenly bit my tongue for what I said earlier. Why couldn't keep my mouth shut the whole year? Someone get the tape and do the honors of taping my mouth.
"What did you say nerd?" He asked, surprised. Though I don't know why he look so surprised. This a normal routine that happens regularly. He ask me to do his homework and I say something spiteful back to him.
"Did I stutter?" Wow, I am on a roll today. I just hope he'd find mercy and not bring his posey with with him. Then, out of the blue, he made a whistling sound, like he signaling something, or someone. And for some reason, I decided to open my big ass mouth, like I wasn't going to get the beating of my seventeen years of living.
"That's how you call you little crew? By the way, you might want to take some whistling lessons, cause I think my ears are about to pop. Jokes aside thought, you might want to consider taking those lessons. They could come in handy on day." God I'm just asking for my death wish aren't I. God, while I'm gone, make sure you cure world hunger and make sure the horrible people burn in hell.
Looking up at Brad, his face was beet red, showing anger and embarrassment. He looked like he was going to murder someone, specifically me. I backed up, but then bumped into a wall. Stupid wall. Before I could run away, Brad locked me under his arms, not the romantically way, but the threatening type of way. At this point I wish I was still in bed eating my popcorn and looking at hot guys I want but can't have and looking at Dylan O' Brien's hot self .
"I'm going to kill you Grace."
Oh silly me, I forgot to introduce myself. Hello, my name is Green Ann Valentine. I am 17 years old in high school, or as I call it, the death trap. I am 5'6 with bright green eyes and top that off with messy blonde hair. I have thick black glass that looks amazing on my face if I do say so myself. And as you all know, I'm a nerd. Yay me. Anyway back to the conversation with Brad Mchottie... Uh I mean Brad, just Brad. Actually, let my stay here for a while. Why are you saying no? You want me to go back so I could get beat up with my face bruised? Wow I thought you care about me. You guys hurt me truly.
Trying to leave, it punched his chest, but since he had abs, it hurt like a bitch
"Ow. Fucking hell that hurt." I cried in agony, but it seemed like Brad Mcstupid was finding comfort I'm my pain. The bitch had the decency to laugh. I blushed, and then kicked him in the nuts. I feel bad for the girls now. They're going to have sex with a broken dick, not like it wasn't broken anyways with all the STD he has. I found comfort in his discomfort and started laughing hysterically.
"You should thank me. I made it better buddy." I must be the stupidest nerd ever do saying that but at this point I don't really care. If I'm going to die today, I might as well make my few minutes memorable, not it I'm going to remember it anyways.
Even though I found it funny, Brad sure as well didn't. Before I could make my grand exit, his posey came. These consists of the strongest and most popular boys. Well Grace you live a short life, but at least you are going to feel better after this.
Before one of them could throw a punch, someone yelled "Get to class you impulsive brats. If you don't go now, you will find me sending you to the principles office." The boys scurried off into their classes. The teacher came up to me and said" you have to learn how to watch you're mouth, it gets you in trouble Grace.
Knowing me, you could already guess what I said. "No can do sir." He flooded his eyes but laughed, responding " Get to class Grace Ann, or else you're getting detention with the infamous playboys." I nod and be leaves my sight.
Wow, what I day to get bullied.
Hello people reading this. This is my first time writing a book that takes place in high school.
Anyways I hope you guys have a fun read and comment if I should keep going or not. Feel free to give me suggestions, don't worry I don't bite. Not that I can anyways.
Bye my lovelies.
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Teen Fiction"You're ugly" "You're fat" "Do my homework fat nerd" These are the insults thrown at Grace Ann Valentine. At 17 in high school, she only has one more year to leave the hellhole parents call high school. You wold think she has enough problem on her p...
