From Broken to Fixed

Chapter 1 *Ariana's POV*

*Ariana's POV*

I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock. Ugh. School. I don't hate school because I get bullied. I've always hated it even before I was bullied. I don't understand what happened. Last year, when I was a freshman, I wasn't bullied. I was the girl everyone wanted to be friends with (not trying to brag though) and now I'm bullied because I'm "too skinny" and look anorexic. I honestly don't know what happened.

Since I go to a private school I don't dress up much. It's school anyways. Everyone wears random shit. Sometimes we even come in pajamas. I'm not saying I do but some people do. I go to my closet and get a white tank top with skinny straps, black sweatpants, and my tan Uggs.

I brush my velvet red hair. Yes, my hair is velvet red. Don't ask why. I'll tell you anyways. It was during the summer. My friends, which have no turned on me, were bored one day. We decided to go dye our hair. Our parents were fine with it. We each got the first color we could think of. Elizabeth got a dark brown that looked like black, Jennette got blonde, Beatrice got blue, and I got velvet red, or, to be more descriptive, red velvet cupcake. I just like that name. I don't know why. We took a lot of pictures and posted them on Instagram so when we all showed up to school on the first day nobody was shocked except the teachers. We all left the color on anyways.

I leave my hair loose to cover up the bruises on my neck from people hitting me. I've gotten bruises everywhere. All the bruises from my arms are gone so I can wear short sleeves now. The only problem is whenever I do everybody hits me there. I enjoy bruise free arms as much as I can but it's not fun.

When I went downstairs to eat breakfast I got a text from the person that first started bullying me. Her name is Britney. Spears. Kidding. It's just Britney. I don't know her last name and I don't even want to. I don't even know how she got my number either. I didn't want to read the text but at the same time I wanted to, kind of like when you have a cavity and you just want to keep sucking air through it to see if it still hurts. I read the text anyway.

Hey. I'm dating the guy you like. Be jealous B)

She is such a bitch. But I got her back.

Well considering I don't like anybody, you're not dating anyone. Which isn't a surprise

About 2 minutes later she answered back:

Goooood comeback. NOT

Even though you can't hear somebody talking to you through text I could hear the sarcasm in her annoying voice. I answers back saying:

Considering it took you 2 minutes to reply YOUR comeback wasn't as good either

I hate her so much. If I could I would hurt her as much as she hurts me. After that I got her back really good. At least in my opinion:

Britney: Ugh. Whatever. Later biatch

Me: You don't even know how to use the word bitch correctly. Biatch is only used for friends

Britney: How would you know? You don't even have any

Me: Look who's talking. And who cares if you're dating somebody? You dating somebody isn't exactly news

Britney: Ugh. You are such a monkey

Monkey? Really? That's the best she came up with?

Me: Takes one to know one. And really? That's the best you could come up with

Britney: Ugh. You piss me off so bad

Me: Like I care

And that's how the conversation ended. You know what? I'm gonna do it. Hurt her as much as she hurts me. I'm gonna give her a taste of her own medicine. I don't care who makes fun of me (well I do) but she deserves it.

Once I finished my breakfast I got all my stuff and went outside to drive to school. Yes, in 15 and I drive a car. I turn 16 in like a week or two. I'm perfectly capable to drive. And to brag but I do drive well.

I got in and started the car. Whenever I'm sad or mad I always go for a drive to clear my head. I try to forget about everything everyone says about me. I always put on music to try to calm down.

I got to school in about 5 minutes. Every time I get into the parking lot everyone starts laughing and pointing. I always ask myself why they laugh at me. I drive a Mercedes-Benz M-Class (luxury SUV) in black. Who doesn't love that car? My school. And some people in my school have that car but thankfully in different colors.

I step out of the car with my book bag on my shoulder and my phone in my hand. As I start walking I feel a hand touch my shoulder. It was the first guy that bullied me. "Hey," he said. "Nice ass. Oh, wait. You don't have one." Everyone started laughing. I kept on walking. Another hand touched my shoulder. I was Britney. What was she gonna say now? "Hey, remember when I called you a monkey? Yeah. My pure not one. You're more of a hyena. Have you heard yourself laugh?" she said. "Takes one to know one," I said. "And yes I have. But have you heard your laugh? You sound like a dying hyena," I said. I heard everyone around us go "oooooooo". Britney looked around with a look of embarrassment on her face. "Ooo I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS!" she yelled at me and stomped away. I heard somebody tell me "Hey we may hate you but that was a good one," he said laughing. Everybody nodded in agreement. "Thanks," I said smiling and kept on walking. I promised I would give her a taste of her own medicine and I did.

For the first time ever I defended myself. And everybody cheered for me. I can't believe in gonna say this but I'm looking forward to what she's gonna say next and how I'll respond to it.