chapter8

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*Ringg Ringg*

"Shut up " I groaned and hit the clock its 7:30 ' do u really want to be late again ?' my mind asked

'no' I say

' then get up and get ready dummy '

'bitch' I say , Then ran to the bathroom and started to wash up then my legs started to sting

" shoot" I mumble oops I forgot I was a mermaid amazing right

" hurry up Clohe your gonna be late " my mom about fr the bottom of the stairs

" OK !" I shout back , then I flop out the tub and steamed my tale then I hopped up and ran to my room , I threw on a red crop top and white pants also some timberlands and a hat

"bye mom " I say and kiss her cheek

"bye sweetie " she says , then I walk out the door

*30 mins later *

"Hey harry " I wave to him

" hey what do u want " he said nice to me , then I heard chuckles from behind him, then harry looked at me and I nodded

" what in DA fuck do u want u bitch " harry spit then mouthed ' I'm so sorry '

" I...I...I..." I stuttered

"Shut the fuck up nobody told your whore ass to talk " harry spit, then tears started to pour from my eyes and I ran to the girls bathroom

HARRY'S P.O.V

I felt really bad .. I had to do it or I would have been bullied on like at my old school

flashback

March 25,2009

" harry harry the stupid harry wants to fyck every girl inside of herpes he is gonna have a blue waffle " the bullies teases and everyone right started to laugh

" leave me alone !" I shouted , then his fist hit contact with my stomach

"ahh!" I screamed

" shut up u little bitch , can't even take a man punch to the stomach , BITCH !" He shouted

End of flashback

"look at little harry now he is becoming soft as a berry " Foster teased

" Shut the fuck up Jeremy " I spit

" what did u just say u prick " foster spit

" you heard me " I smirk, then he pushes me into the locker

" no one calls me by my first name now a days , unless they want their ass beat " he snarls

" hello Jeremy" I smirked , then he tries to put me but hits the locker

" no one swings at harry styles " I spit , then tackle him and start punching him until I hear a teacher coming and I run to try to go find chole.

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