*Jillian POV*
I got out of the shower and just stared at my self in the mirror. all of the cuts, bruises, and scars I have from those boys, Matt, Nash, Taylor, Aaron, Shawn, Carter, and worst of all Cameron. every one at school thinks they just make fun of me but they do more. they hit me punch me smack me and so much more.
I just walked to my closet, it's a walk in coset but there's not much in it just a little over two hundred things maybe only sixty pairs of shoes. I shouldn't even bother to look good. no one notices, they just roll their eyes at me. But I do it for me I feel good looking nice. My Outfit:
Ripped denim high waisted jean shorts
Pink crop top that says "Life Goes On" with a peace sign for the Os
Tannish light cardigan [to cover the scars from the cuts I made with my pocket knife]
White high toped converse
I walked back to the bathroom after I got changed and took out my make up bag. I did my routine with make up, foundation to cover my bruises and cuts, black mascara, light purple eyeshadow, cherry flavored lip gloss. I looked again in the mirror but my full length one so I could see my whole "get up" I thought I looked kinda good but my hair looked ratchet... I brushed it through and went into my dresser and got out a wide white headband and put it on pushing back my hair, letting it hang down untouched. I put on my mothers locket, grabbed my phone and ran down stairs.
My dad want home, no surprise there he was never home when I woke up he was always at work. I was kinda late so I grabbed a breakfast bar picked up my backpack and ran out the door locking it. I lived two blocks from the school so I don't mind walking. I unwrapped the bar and started eating and walking. that's when I heard it...
"You Should get out of the road someone will mistake you for a cow and hunt you down you fat piece of shit!" then the boy started laugh and this friends started to also. I recognized those mocking sounds it was; Cameron Dallas,Nash Grier, and Carter Reynolds. I wanted to cry at that comment but I couldn't give them the satisfaction to know they hurt me. I was use to staying strong when it came to bullying, hate became a familiar thing for me. I just ignored them and kept walking. I heard other things. hate full things but I never looked at them after the first comment. finally they give up and drove pass me. I felt a tear fall down my face and I wiped it away. I have arrived at the hell hole they called school.
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