Ali's POV
I woke up and looked around frantically. Where was I?
The room was fairly large and had some clutter on the desk. The walls were baby blue, except one that was white. It had a bunch of pictures on it. I looked behind me. There was a large picture of a boy. A hot boy. I looked down at my clothes. God I was ugly.
My flannel shirt was taken off and used as a bandage I guessed, due to the large amount of blood on it. I slowly lifted my hand up to the back of my head. It was gushing blood. I quickly held my flannel shirt up to my head and layed back down.
The door slowly opened.
And you'd never guess who it is.
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Bullied by Magcon
FanfictionAli has never had the definition life of a normal teenage girl. In her world, there is no normal. She gets plopped right into reality. There's no stories about princesses or knights in shining armor. In her "fairytale" there's an alcoholic and abu...
