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Chapter 1 (E)

High school, it is a place everyone dreams of going. We middle schoolers think that once we get to high school we would automatically be the popular ones and that everyone would like us. That we would not face any hardships in our social life. We will have a special someone and have many close friends that always has our backs. Hang out at parties that was out of control, drinking and dancing the night away.

That was what we all thought until it came to the time that we actually are in high school, and it wasn't going to be all that good.

In Jefferson high school, people here is different. I myself would describe this place as hell others may say it is a heaven. In this school there were 3 types of groups: the popular. In which are the most athletic, fashionable, prettiest people in the whole school, then came the average people.

They were like those people in the background that filled the empty space up. They didn't stand out at all, they usually stood out the spotlight and got out the way when drama was near. They wanted to be unknown.

And lastly, the misfits. These were all the people who stood out from the bunch but, not in a good way. They were the people who were different whether they looked weird or how they acted. They were the main target for bullying from the popular groups.

And guess which group I am in. I was... I was in....... THE POPULAR GROUP!!!!!!!

I bet you weren't expecting that. You were most likely expecting the nerd of the school and how she could never fit in, but somehow gets into a strong tie with one of the popular kids. Of course, that wouldn't be the case it was way too cliched. And doesn't happen in the real world. Sorry to be harsh, but all those high school books you guys have been reading about the miracles, yeah long story short those are bullshit. You just wait until you get to high school.

Life doesn't go that way, its either your liked, your not liked, or people just don't give a fuck about you as a person. No random guy will come help you out of nowhere and be your friend if you are straight up a nobody. And that certainly won't happen if you were considered a weirdo, people care way more in what their image is then helping another human out. Harsh reality, I know.

But back to what I said earlier about me being a popular, I was only telling half the truth. I was part of the popular group. Emphasize the WAS. Past tense.

My name is Abigail and I am currently a misfit. As I mentioned before I was in the popular group. People considered me to be the prettiest in the whole school. Personally, I don't know why. I have long brown, wavy hair with side bangs that supposedly made me look "cute". My eyes were big, and eyelashes were long and thick. My cheeks were naturally rose pink and people would droll all over them.

They described me as a doll. And I didn't like that idea. I wasn't anyone special, just a normal girl like everyone else.

People called me popular and at first, I really liked and owned that title. But, I honestly wasn't expecting the actions I was getting to come along with that name. I hated it.

The boys always approached me with ill intentions. I didn't mind at first because that was what I wanted and what I wished for in middle school. But those sayings that says be careful in what you wish for, I finally get it; why people say it all the time, because it is true, and people need to learn that.

The boys were just trying to get in my pants and satisfy their wants, at first I was confused and clueless in why they were doing this and acting this way to me. As they just continued and was being persistent about wanting me and all that, I was starting to get feed up and just wanted them to stay away from me and not touch me.

How can people be so horny for one person, seriously. Even the "friends" I had, set me up with a super pervert that always pulled on my bra strap and tugged my pants downwards trying to expose my underwear. I was so disgusted. That wasn't even the worst part about the whole situation at that time. The thing that ticked me off was my friends were just there laughing and watching him do these stuffs to me. They all thought it was a joke, but I saw it as the realist thing.

I was terrified.

There was also another time I remember being equally or even more petrified of what was to come to me.

"This isn't what I wanted." I thought while in my room after I rushed back home from almost being raped while going to the store a few blocks down. They just throw me into an empty alleyway and started to stroke my hair and touch my face. There were 3 of them so I couldn't easily escape. They felt my legs up and down and stroked my sides. It took me a lot of effort to get up again and run at full speed dodging their attempts to grab me. It didn't help that the people who were doing this was from my school, and they were seniors.

"What do I have to do to get them away from getting in my pants?" Then it hit me. I was done with being treated like this, I had endured it for six whole months, and I don't think I can longer then I already did.

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The next day I walked into school in all black and dark heavy makeup, I even cut my hair shorter because I felt it was too tainted from all those disgusting hands. As my so called "friends" walked up to me and asked what was wrong I sneered at them and walked off. I know that maybe wasn't a good thing to do, but I don't give a shit right now.

I felt everyone's eyes on me as I walked the halls in my new and improved self, Abigail 2.0. They must have been shock about my drastic change. I know I certainly was, when I looked at myself in the mirror, but unexpectedly I liked the new look. I liked this new look it clearly presented the Abigail who is fed up with all the garbage people spat.

At least having people stare at me wasn't anything new so I didn't feel any different from the other days.

The best part right now is that no guys tried to stop me......or at least.....um never mind

"Hey sexy, why are you like this? Is it a new trend, I dig it and I'd bang it real hard."

I rolled my eyes, this is what I always had to deal with once I entered high school, just a great start to my day.

I turned to face him.

I rushed my fist to his face and walked away taking a chance to do a small hair flip, at how awesome I felt when I finally got to do that. I always just wanted to get a good hit off his little pretty face. Ever since I laid eyes on him I knew he was a big, fat, dushbag.

I thought, "This day will go my way in how I want it to and not have anyone ruin it." I nodded in agreement to my own statement.

As the other guys approached me I cursed them out when they reached out to touch me. And I flat out ignored many that I knew would do worst then just put an arm around my waist, I even gave some people a piece of my mind if they had said something perverted or creepy to me, I was defiantly not having it anymore. I was done with this treatment.

Even though the boys seem to always be at fault and you may think, that I think it is only their fault, but don't worry. My friends had the same treatment. I am anything but unjust. No matter the gender I will give them a what they deserve. I don't like the rule about how guys shouldn't hit a girl. If anything, if she deserve it or is harming you then go for it. Girls shouldn't be given special treatment. But the world is never going to change that.

It didn't take them long to take me out of the popular group and into the lowest rank, the misfits, but to me I couldn't be any happier. I was finally free and wouldn't have to deal with them too much. I was gone and away from all the harassment and back stabbing. And because I turned into a misfit, I was destined to get a nickname, and it was "Cold Bride".