Silence

Chapter one: what I am

Copyright°silentmarshmallowx
2017

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"You brought the flames and you put me though hell, I had to learn how to fight for myself."
-Kisha

I'm ugly,

Stupid,

Dumb,

Fat,

Nerdy,

Hideous,

Pathetic and a whole list of other things people have tried to make me belive in my seventeen years of life.

I'm also a something along the lines of an "embarrassment to humankind."

But if I'm honestly real with you, I belive I'm none of those things. I guess I'm just one thing - Bullied.

Yep bullied......

B-U-L-L-I-E-D

Bullied

But when I think about it I'm also insecure

Freindless,

Lonely,

Tried,

and filled with pain.

But you don't really want to here about my sorry excuse for a life.

Or maybe you do.

Maybe it's time to tell someone what I go through every single day, maybe it's time to tell someone my story.

Even if it's just one person, maybe it's time to tell.

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It's the first day of school of my last year and I'm taking the bus.

Yes the bus.

And to make matters worst I'm ill, a horrible cold has taken over my body, engulfing me with a sore throat, headache, runny noise. I feel awful.

I would've asked my mother for a lift but the last time I spoke to her in a normal face to face actual eye contact conversation was three days ago. Mother's slave to her work infact I rarely see her. She's a Lawyer and ever since she got a promotion she's been drowning herself in paperwork or whatever she does.

The bus is rather empty when it turns up. I pay for my ticket and leg it up stairs two at a time.There's only one lady and her son up here he's pretending to drive the bus, he's making all these weird noises and statements like how he's gonna run over some old grandmas.

I don't have any siblings so I'm not familiar with large familys. Sometimes I wonder what it'll be like if I had a older brother or sister maybe I won't be sitting here filled with this sickening feeling of dread, I'm not religious mind but the amount of times I cried to god for his help is unspeakable and saddest thing is he never answered my prayers, not once.

Talk about faith

I attend Preston City high school where my nightmare started. I'm ordinary looking, don't get a second look from guys and yet the second I walk in that hellhole I get these stares like I'm the walking devil itself.

More like a walking punch bag but I'm not gonna cry, not anymore, my tears dried a long time ago. Now I only cried in private or in my pillow.

I suffer in silence

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Every person reading this book. Thank you and thank you and freaking thank you for giving this book a chance. This is my first book on wattpad, hope I don't let you down.

Um....well I'm not being pushy or anything but if you click on that nice little star down there some thing awesome happens. just click on it now, yeah go on. Incredible right, it turns orange. My favourite colour. And comment any thing you like I'm not stopping you. tell me who you are and your name so I can shout you out when I become famous. Just kidding, have a great day and spread the bulling awareness. Hey that rhymed......

Your SilentMarshmallow