Clare left and now there's no one left in my friend group that accepts me and isn't mean to me. I know I sound like a little kid complaining that someone was mean but that's only due to lack of better words. I can't do anything right, I don't get to make my own choices and i'm a "bitch, slut, idiot, fuck girl, stuck up bitch" and any other name you can think of and that's just what my so called friends call me. According to them I don't wear the right clothes, I'm not supposed to make mistakes and my grades shouldn't be 80 or below but also shouldn't be 80 or above. All they do is tell me how bad I am at everything and how much of a horrible person I am.
The only people that are nice to me are the 'nerdy' boys, I hate calling them that because I feel stereotypical but that's their group in the eyes of society. They are always nice to me, sure they can be annoying but what they don't know is that I don't mind when they're annoying because at least they are nice and kind and accept me for who I am.
Meanwhile Ollie and his bloody gang of thugs are getting worse, it's started to get physical again. I've been tripped, had chairs thrown at me, been 'accidentally' hit with every ball and bat you can think of in sport and constantly get shoved into walls. The worst part is the teachers never notice or don't care. Nothing ever changes.
It was the dreaded Monday morning. I dragged myself out of bed and got dressed into my school uniform. I put my hair into a side plait, packed my bag and declared myself ready.
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The high school uniform ^
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The Primary School Uniform ^
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