Girls don't scream

#firstday

I walked into class with my chin up, smiling because it was 8th grade. Now, who knew my 8th grade year was going to be like this? I was too young to go through what I did. This morning I had woken up and put on my make up, did my hair, and wore my nicest pair of clothing.

My 5th period class, also the class I had the least friends in and and twice the bullies in. I sat down on the chair all the way in the back, next to the only person who I knew well enough not to be completely awkward with. I sat down, facing the teacher with a smile a mile long and my very small and slight dimple showing. The teacher introduced herself and told us basic classroom rules that we had already been told in other classes. She started reading the list of people, taking role.

"Lucy McLoving, Jack O'Connor, Vincent Paul, Kylie Moore, Michael Theo..."

I knew that name from somewhere... hmmm. I thought to myself, where have I heard that? I know I've heard it somewhere, I just didn't quite recall. I knew I hated that name for some particular reason.

"Nicole Prazlin."

"Here" I said, snapping out of my thoughts.

His eyes snapped back at me and just stayed there for 10 seconds then he turned back around, waiting for her to finish. I didn't think much of it, it was just a name, and just a look.
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My day went pretty well. I went home and did the homework that only the mean teachers had passed out and laid down on my bed. I closed my eyes and I was about to fall asleep when I sat up so quick that I got a slight head ache. I remembered who he was.

I was ok with being in the same class with him, as long as he wasn't gonna be weird. It's not even a big deal, or at least I don't think it is. I sighed, it was 11:00 at night and I was so hyped from today that I felt like the idea of me sleeping was impossible. I could already hear my parent (pay attention to parent missing the "s" at the end) snoring deeply, so I just went on my phone for a while.

I had changed my Instagram a couple months ago because I was getting random hate on it, so I wasn't that surprised when I saw a massage request from Michael.

I was debating on wether or not open it when my phone vibrated with a Snapchat alert. I opened it and saw a new girl from my school had requested to friend me. I friended her back and checked my other massages when I just told myself that if he says something gross I can just play with him as a joke.

I opened the request and replied his "Hey" with a "what do you want."

He replied within seconds.

"It was nice seeing you today."

"Seeing me?"

"You're a nice thing to look at."

"Uh, you too." I rolled my eyes, annoyed, and just put my phone down, deciding that I need some sleep. Maybe he was being nice or something, maybe he was just joking around, maybe this was a dare.

I've heard words can hurt a person, I've heard punches and kicks could hurt a person...

... but who knew just a slight touch of a finger can hurt a person so much that the other two are nothing compared to it.

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AHHHH I need to make my chapters longer! Please, I beg of you, like and comment! Recommend it to other friends, anything! I really hope everyone sees this because I think the only way to let others know what happened is with words written under a fake name...
-Katie