Alone

2

My alarm woke me up making me groan and whine. I.hate.getting.up.early.

Who doesn't?

I walked to the bathroom and did my business and brushed my teeth. I don't put makeup on cause I don't see the point in doing so. I went to my vanity to fix my hair, this time deciding to curl it. It's not like anyone's gonna like it. I put on the locket my dad gave me and put on my flannel shirt with jeans. I put on my combat boots and Beanie, and put on a little lip gloss since my lips are always dry.

I heard the doorbell ring, meaning Harry was here. I rushed to the door grabbing my bag and keys to the house and saw him there standing with his hands in his pockets.

"Hi" I said while looking at him. He's in his usual attire, black jeans and white shirt with sneakers.

"Hi" He said looking at me with widened eyes which causes me to worry.

"Is there something on my face?" I asked worriedly. I've always been self conscious, and you obviously know why.

"N-no you look okay" He smiled then turned around to head to his car.

I locked the door to my house feeling disappointment for some reason.

Stop thinking he'll like you Bella, he'll never like you, no one does and no one will.
I thought to myself.

I got in his car and we drove away to school.

I left Harry at the courtyard and walked to my locker. I opened it to reveal a lot of papers with different words on each paper.

"Bitch"
"Attention whore"
"Fat pig"
"Ugly piece of shit"
"worthless"

I sighed and crumpled up the papers. It's not anything new to me, I get it here or it's shouted across the hall.

I closed my locker looking at my new schedule and headed to homeroom. I immediately saw Harry and smiled at him. I was about to sit next to him until I saw a Brunette sit next to him. She was beautiful and tall, and has a slender figure.

I looked like a potato standing next to her.

I sat at a different seat, and looked at Harry and the girl next to him. He was putting on his flirty smile and the girl was giggling. At least she looked nice and not like that bimbo sta-

I was cut out of my thoughts when she shouted my name. "Bella!"

I looked up at her with a blunt looking face. "What" I replied.

"Rude, did you miss me?" Her squeaky voice asked. I swear I hate everything about her. I gave her a look that obviously said 'are you fucking serious?' and looked back down on my notebook and started writing.

"Bitch I was talking to you!" She said losing her chill. Wow. I really don't give a fuck I said in my mind.

Usually Harry is there to tell her off but he's a little busy with new girl over there.

The teacher came in to take attendance, and when the bell rang I walked out as fast as I can to gym.

I bloody hate gym.

It's not like I hate exercising or sports, I'm actually okay with it, It's just that my clothes in my locker go missing or they get ruined. I reported it the first time it happened, but coach said there's no evidence on who did it. I rolled my eyes at the thought and went to the locker room.