Anger.
Fear.
Confusion.
That is some of the feelings that went through my body. Getting bullied because people think that I murdered my best friend.
Mothers making kids avoid my house.
Getting threats.
Bullies egging my house.
Life was getting harder and harder for me each day.
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As I looked in my mirror, I had my daily talk with my reflection.
"Be strong, be fierce, be bold because you know that you didn't kill your best friend."
School was the usual. Open my locker to a dead mouse in it. Do PE with the girls and get tripped up by 'accident'. Then there was the 'Hall of Terror' (as I like to call it).
On my way down the hall, people started sticking kick me notes on my back and started to trip me up.
I made it to the cafeteria with additional bruises to the ones I already have. The situation was even worse there.
People throwing food at me telling me I deserve way more than food all over me.
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When I got home, I had my daily talk with myself, yet again, and asked myself "Why would people believe that I killed her?"
I just looked away not ready to answer that question as I know why people think that I killed her.
After that, I just went back to suffering.
Authors Note: Hi everyone. Since this is the first chapter, it is very short because I can't reveal too much in the first chapter. I promise the next chapter would be much longer.
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Falsely Accused
Teen FictionThis story is about a young girl who is experiencing bullying because people think she killed her best friend Alice Roberts. She tries to then prove herself innocent with the help of a few friends. Will she do it or do you think this is going to be...
