Little Me (Jade Thirwall Fan-Fiction)

Chapter 1

I was walking along the narrow alley way, my mind in a whole new world. A world where world peace existed, were nobody was afraid of being who they wanted to be. Problem is it’s too much to ask from this generation. I’ve always preferred the olden days, it was a place where kids would look up to their parents as their Idols and actually respect everything they were given, even if they didn’t have much. Today’s generation, Oh well don’t even get me started, For starts they complain way too much, If they don’t get the new Play station or Iphone within the first few hours of its announcement to be stocked on supermarkets, they go ballistic. And school, all they do is take it for granted, do they ever think about the starving kids in Africa that would gladly take their place in a snap of a finger? I for one want to be someone in life that other people could look up at and admire, but that’s never going to happen in my current condition. Battered and Bruised are the first two words that come to mind, I doubt for a minute that anybody would actually listen to me, I remember me Mum once said” It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves” At the time, I didn’t think about it, but now I wish I had, Maybe then I would have realised I AM the one who should be making decisions not them!

I heard a clash, snapping me out of my many thoughts. Not wanting to wait any longer for trouble, I picked up my speed. But come on as if that was going to get me far, Trouble is my middle name, where I am something always happens. At that very moment a hand was on my shoulder flinging me back.

“Well well well, What do we have here?,”

I looked up; there was a group of three girls and two boys. All five looking familiar but I couldn’t pin point from where.

“Well B***h,you ganna speak or shall I make ya,” The blonde girl said. She was quite tan, a little too much to my dismay, The 7 inch heels making her look tall but she couldn’t have been any shorter than me without them.

“I-i-i-i’m J-J-J-a-a-a-d-e” I stuttered, It wasn’t intentional but I was afraid, Speaking up isn’t my most loved hobby.

“Aww, how cute. The nerd has speaking probs, How adorb!”I cringed at her mispronounces, don’t get me wrong I myself tend to say things wrong but the squeakiness of her voice and with all the slang, it just irritates me.

“Hehe,I bet she has Cancer aswell,Like just look at her,All bumpy skin and soo much acne!” The dark brunette pointed directly at me.

I have acne? Clearly she hasn’t looked in a mirror lately? If only I was confident enough to say that out loud.

“That’s tight, cut it out Jackie, She ain’t got no Cancer. Guys we should leave” One of the two boys had said, He had dark brown hair flipped to one side and to be complete honest he was the one that looked most familiar out of this whole gang. Maybe I saw him in the Library? Yeah right! His type don’t go to places like that.

“Babes,Carm down.We’ll just slap her silly an then we chip. An Zac nobody has to know” The blonde spook again.

“Carmen, don’t be stupid. I’m outta here, if you think I’m ganna stand here, while you beat some innocent soul up, your wrong cuz I isn’t” The boy now known as Zac said. In a way I was glad he was kind of sticking up for me well technically he was walking away but at least he wasn’t going to try beat me up too, well ain’t that a first.

“He’ll get over it,” She muttered to herself as she was looking at his fading shadow and then looked me in the eye “And if he doesn’t,then you’re ganna pay big time”

I blinked countless times in that minute, it’s not like the first time I have been threatened, but every time it gets to me that some people are so shallow. A bully is a bully, but to me I choose to believe that they deserve second chances, why? Well because many bullies are only in that position because they themselves were once bullied and this is their way to prove a point that there not week and that their stronger than people give them credit, There’s also many other valid reasons. Yet some bullies choose that they like the power of making somebody else feel week. The moral of that rant is second chances should be given to everyone, even if they don’t deserve it.