Secrets(MyStreet X reader)

memories (oh no)

A/n this is about high school or whatever

I just got to school. I had like an hour before class started. I took out my phone and read some Zainvas fanfic from OurTown, it was made by the same Youtuber who made Journals. (I wonder what series that is😏) All of a sudden I was interrupted by Ivy.

I: oh look at the little loser on her phone because she doesn't have any friends to talk to. You know, everybody hates you. You're just a flat, ugly bitch. You'll never get a boyfriend, I mean you're just so annoying.

Hmph I'm annoying apparently.

I: nothing to say. It's not like what you say matters anyways. I feel so sorry for your parents. You were probably born on the highway. I mean that's where most accidents happen.

It took me all of my self control to not slap her.

Ivy: you know you are just like really rude.

She left. hmph finally. Dear Irene she is such a bitch.

~time skip brought to you by our little Zuzu bear~

It was lunch. I looked around for somewhere to sit. Almost everyone here hated me, I don't even know why I tried so hard to be nice and make friends. Those who didn't hate me completely gave me a look like you must be out of yo GODDAMN MIND IF YOU THINK you can sit with us. I went to the bathroom. I ate my food silently in one of the stalls. A couple of tears rolled down my cheeks. Someone walked in.

???: who's here
Y:  ...
???: um ok well bye I guess
Y:  ...

I knew they would probably be disgusted if they found out it was me.
I have tried so freaking hard to fit in, but I was always the odd one out. It had been like this since second grade. I-honestly-just-how the hell do second graders bully each other. Like they're so freaking innocent. Hell if I know. All I remember is that they did.

It was after school.

G: hey princess
Y: I told you to stop calling me that gene *through gritted teeth*
G: and I told you that I don't care
Y: *whispering* what a jerk
G: heh whatever

Crap he heard me. He slapped me. It was fine. I had gotten used to pain. This was nothing. Wow I had problems. Well time to go home. I took the bus. So freaking loud. After two hours (I'm not exaggerating like really ) I arrived home. I watched some Netflix and YouTube. I finished my homework and went to walk my dog, Frank.(I know, I know) I came back and turned on the tv. I watched some Spongebob and went to take a shower. A little while later, my mom got home. She made some arroz imperial. Delicious. I love Cuban food. I laid down in bed. I cried. I had always thought about telling someone my problems. My mom would make a huge deal out of it, so she's out. Everyone else just wouldn't care. Oh well, I guess I'll just keep everything to myself, again, like always. Great! If only there was someone who cared.