Bully + Nerd = Love

Bully + Nerd= Love

Hi. My name is Magenta. And I'm 17 years old. I go to a private school called Talent Academy. T.A. for short. I got in because of multiple talents. I play the keyboard, piano, drums, guitar, electric guitar, I dance, act and I sing.

I know what you're thinking.

She's so Talented. She can be famous and popular.

Well, I'm not. I get bullied and harassed every day. Not just by one little bully but half of the school.

I have two friends.

Oliver and Calla.

They both act, dance and sing.

And they are currently dating.

I love them both to death, but I hate when they have to see me suffer.

It started with teasing me then it ended up with beating me. I still have those awful scars that the bastard gave me along with his sluts.

That bastard is Tyler.

My number one Bully.

He started all of this in the 6th grade. And he knows he can end it, but he won't do it because he likes to see me suffer.

I hate him with a passion.

He is my nightmare.

He's the first guy ever to bully me.

He is the first guy ever to hit me.

I hate him sooooo much, it hurts.

Literally.

My life turned into an empty waste land thanks to him. My parents both died in a car wreck and I have to take care of my little brother Kane and my little sister Silvia.

And do you know what he made the whole class say to me?

'What a homeless fag. Her parents were so ashamed of her that they decided to commit suicide. And she's a homeless mom. What a bitch. She disserves to die.'

My parents left me with a lot of money so I don't struggle a lot. I have a job that I love going to at 4. And come home at 6.

But that won't make me feel better.

And speaking of the devil and his little demons.

Tyler and his herd of Plastics came in.

I cowered at their menacing poses. Tyler always with a whore. Sheila. That stupid skank.

They grinned at the effect they had on me.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't THE HOMELESS FAG. What brings you here?" Said Tyler.

I am not freaking homeless!

"My locker." I said.

"Well Fag. Hate to break it to you, but this is my school. Which means my locker." He looked in it.

And then started to mess it up and through everything out. Spitting on my locker and books and journals. Stomping at my books and pencils

But then he grabbed a photo of me and my family and shredded it.

My heart stopped.

He then grabbed an old bracelet my mom gave me for my 6th birthday and stretched it till it broke.

That's it!

They all laughed and turned to leave. But before they left I exploded.

"YOU FUCKING PEACE OF SHIT!" I yelled at Tyler.