Hi my name is Eshafinah. I'm not an average teenage girl, I've been bullied my whole life, people would pick on me because I was "ugly" "a slut" and whore.
Everything I wasn't. I am 5'4, 16 years old, I have a blue eyes and dark brown hair, along with a British accent- which was also a big reason of the bullying. My mom thought that if we move to Spain it could be a fresh start, and possibly the bullying could stop.
[1st day at Aloha College]
Today is my first day at Aloha College .
Since it is a new year, I heard that you could wear anything you wanted. I had to dress to impress today. I straighten my dark brown hair and wore a white crop tee and a high waisted ripped short. I draw my brows and when to then kitchen. I grabbed a chocolate bar and leave my house, shutting the door behind me. When I get to the bus stop, I was pushed to the ground.
"OUCH!!" I shouted.
"Serve you right, slut" I heard a deep voice said.
"What did I do you you?" I asked while getting up slowly.
"The way you dressed" a girl replied.
"What a slut" another one continued.
I wipedw my tears from my eyes and cleared my blurry vision. I take a look and I saw a group of people was there. I saw a twin and 2 girls clinging on them. They are probably their girlfriends.
SIGH
I saw a group of even sluttier looking girls- who basically wear nudes but who am I to judge them?
I looked up and they all laughed. What did I do so wrong?
"You are such a whore" one said, he was an idiot
Here goes the name calling again I thought to myself
"Stop trying to look good okay" the group of girls said
"Listen" I let out a breath and continued, " I am sorry for whatever I did" I said then receiving a few slaps and punches to my face. I cupped my cheeks in pain. The bus came but I decided to walk to school.
But idiotic me decided to turn around and walk which resulted in me getting pulled by the hair. The girl pulled and twisted my hair into a makeshift ponytail
"P-please let g-go" I shuttered with tears pouring down my face.
" What do you say? Should we let go of this poor whore?" The girl say turning my face around and look at the clique.
"Not before we punch her" a girl suggested, the girl smirk laced her caked face.
Then I realized, that those are Martinez twins, I love them and their video.
Why are they doing this?
I got smacked in the face multiple times and blood gushed out of my lips-my pulsing lip. I ran away, tears blowing in my face as I bounced up off the ground.
I reached the school and walked into the hallways, receiving nasty looks. I ran off to my locker, not knowing where was that. I looked at my paper ,and saw my locker number, 203. I tried opening the locker.
"Shit" I whispered in pain,my finger just got cut by the locker.
"Do you need help?" A girl said as she approached.
I covered my face with my hair and she quickly pulled a few strands of hair out of the way, seeing my bruised face.
"Oh dear what happened?" She asked, examined my face.
The Martinez- I began, there are a group. "Oh my you need to get cleaned up" she said, continuing my sentence for me.
"Anyone in there!?" She yelled in a questioning tone.
No response
"Good" she said, while locking the bathroom door
"How did you - what?" I question gasping at her
"Perks of working at the office" she say while smelling as she checks the bathroom door.
I sat at the counter while she helps me clean my bruises
"So, what's your name? Your background?" She asked
"Ermm my name is Eshafinah, you can just call me Esha" saying in a nasty British accent.
"Cool name, tell me more Esha" she asked while she helps me with my bruises
"I moved to Spain because over at my country I have a lot of people bullies me. So my mom thought that I move to Spain there won't be any bullying cases." I told her what happened
"Well my name is Bella. I was born and raised in Spain."
While she was telling me about her we heard some noise
"Open up!" I heard a familiar voice. It was Emilio, Emilio Martinez. Why is he knocking on a female bathroom?
"I say open up if not I will knock down this bathroom door!" He shouted.
"What are you going to do, huff and puff" Bella shouted while I ran to one of the stall to hide.
"Bella open up please" he say and the banging stop.
"No Martinez, who are you with?" She asked back.
"Just Erica" he said
"No then, get your whore out of here" she yelled
"Please Bella, she's hurt" he pleaded
"No!" She yelled again.
"Please" he exclaimed
"Go to the boys bathroom you manwhore!" She yelled at him pleading.
"Erica is not comfortable with that" he said
"Well then you and Erica can get the hell out from here!" She yelled while I'm still in the bathroom stall and scared to leave
"Please" he said
"Fine. But better don't expect me from anything else, Emilio" she said while walking to the door and unlocking it.
"Thank you" he said while entering with 'Erica'
He put her on the counter and ask whether she's okay.
"Babe, are you okay?" He examine he red pulse face.
"Is anyone here" he said with a teary voice
"No" Bella quickly said.
Emilio walked and pushed all the open stall. I was at stall number-
"What the hell?!" Emilio exclaimed. I had bruised lip and dry tears all over my cheeks.
"Bella, care to explain?!" He said pushing me towards her
"Leave her alone Emilio, you've hurt her enough " she said, her arms crossed over her chest.
I started crying, I had blood on my white shirt.
"Please, stop" I pleaded, receiving a punch from Erica.
My lip now is in pain.
"You slut!" I exclaimed, as I got up and punched her right in the face.
"Erica!" He said going towards Erica who was now on the floor
[Chapter 1 done]
