Why me? (Jerrie)

September part 1

Perrie's (p.o.v)

September fourth 2017, my last year in sixth form at South Shields High, promises to be even worse than the last year. If that is at all possible. I have no friends, I have no family, I dont think I even really have myself anymore. As I walk from my "home" to hell, sorry I meant school, I can already hear my heart start to race. Walking behind me are the three biggest bullies in my school. I'm not even on site and they are gonna give me a panic attack, at least wait until third period.  See its easy for me to be sassy in my head but I don't think any of them have ever heard me speak. They throw names around like slut or fag but those aren't what really get to me. The worst isn't even the daily beatings, though those are still quite bad. It's the rumors about my parents.

I try my best to avoid them so I pick up the pace and make it to my locker without seeing anyone. Nobody in the school likes me but at least most people just glare at me rather than actually doing anything.  I thought I might even make it to form as I shuffle past nameless faces suddenly finding the frayed laces on my tatty black shoes extremely interesting. Then the sharp pain in the back of my head comes as Zayn hits me with his textbook. Six hundred and fifty pages of pain, I didn't stop walking though. I'm pretty sure I could have passed out right then but that would make it too easy for him. As if on que his girlfriend Sydney turns up. 'Where the hell do you think you're going fag, we were just getting started.' At this point there's no sense in running or I'll get it worse later so I stop only to be dragged by my collar to the bathrooms. It's been at least ten minutes and she's still punching me to the point I am coughing up blood. Lucky for me she decides to stop when the blood from my face gets on her shirt. She squeaks at the sight and runs of to clean it leaving me collapsed on the floor. I promise myself I'll make it to first period on time if I have form to recover but in the end I only make it to second. 

All through maths I see Sydney and Zayn smiling at their good work until Miss Stevens slaps their desk with her ruler and scolds them for no paying attention. I barely managed to fight the urge to laugh but it would only bring me more pain so I bite it back to a low snicker. I can't say the same for the rest of the class. I never really liked maths but it was mandatory so here I am. Like a wake up call the bell rings and I slowly pack my things so I'm sure they are gone when I leave. All the while Miss Stevens eyes me like she might ask why I look like I just went toe to toe with some pro wrestler like the Big Show but decides she obviously doesn't care that much. No one does.

It's the first day and already I can barely walk. Slowly the final bell rolls around and I practically sprinted out of there without sparing anyone a second glance and made it the ten minute walk to Rosecroft Primary school to pick up my little sister Cass. Just as I arrive her class emerge and she hurtles into my arms with ambition, joy and hope. Not to mention about a million stories about what happened at school.

I wish I could be like her again.

Author's note

This is one of my first stories so be kind. Question of the day: Favourite song from DNA