So life has improved. The boys, though they still bully me, aren't a severe as before. Liam especially, has been less violent, and has resorted to simple name calling and sometimes a shove or a slap, if there is anyone around for him to supposedly impress. Louis still tries to sass me and makes a drama about everything, but he doesn't slap me - as much - anymore. Maybe I knocked some sense into them, literally!
Niall is the same old boy as before, refusing to join in and sending me sad looks when I receive an unnecessary punch to the face. Harry, well although he wasn't as involved as the others before, still makes snide comments and sneaks a slap or two, depending on his mood. And last, but certainly least, Zayn. He's been considerably quiet since the incident in the club, which is understandable, because who wouldn't be embarrassed after that?
I'm starting to have my doubts. Does Zayn possibly like me? That would explain the random kisses, and his odd behavior. Plus, he didn't - because I haven't had one yet since the fight - hit me as hard during beatings than he would've done, say, a few weeks earlier. Strange. Anyway, I've had what seems like a peaceful week, and it's been rather quiet. Sometimes the silence reminds me of my current loneliness, and however hard I try to make friends, it fails and burns down in flames because of those boys scaring everyone away. I saw the new kid the other day, remember, the one I tried to befriend? Well I found him with the popular bunch, laughing and joking without a care in the world. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't jealous. Who wouldn't be? Even the new kid has friends, and I haven't, despite attending this school since I was twelve. Typical.
At the moment, I'm trapped in a stuffy classroom learning physics with a bunch of people who don't like me, on the hottest day of the year. The best part is, my crazy teacher refuses to open the windows, and the previous lesson used bunsen burners which has made the room twice as warm. Excellent. I'm not even listening really, just thinking about life, and how screwed up mine is. Then again, I could've had it worse. At least I'm not depressive or 'broken' as some girls - and boys - claim they are. It helps when you know how to fight, because unless you know how to defend yourself, the bullies will beat you before anyone can stop them.
I've not had a typical, cliché life. Most victims of bullying aren't forcefully kissed by their enemy, or drugged and spent the night in their basement for no apparent reason. Neither have they been given a blade and told to cut. Or gone to their house and watched movies. It's quite baffling really, considering how different my life is to a normal teenager. I should be going out with my friends and having fun, but I don't have any and I can't remember the last time I had proper fun. My parents are always too busy, and I'm a single child. A lonesome life for me! I feel like this is depressing, so I shall lighten the mood by sharing some news.
I've heard rumors of a new kid coming to the school and that they got kicked out from their last one because of fighting too frequently. I also heard that this person is specifically a boy, and he's originally from California. I'm not sure if what I've heard is true, but I am excited to see this boy for myself, and hopefully befriend him. If he has have moved due to fights, then I'm almost certain he won't be scared of a bunch of weak guys. I'll find out for myself tomorrow anyway, because that's when the new kid is due to come.
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"Alright class, settle down! Okay, this is Dan, he's a new student that shall be joining our form from now on. I want you to be nice and respectful and help him when needed. Understand?" the teacher announces, earning a chrous of 'yes miss' from the class.
I lean back on my chair, silently begging the clock to hurry up and strike two so I can leave. During my deep thoughts, the new kid had approached me and looked nervous.
"Hey, d'you mind if I sit here?" he asks, so I look around to see everyone's tables filled. I nod my head and sigh, of course I'm the only lone one. Dan collapses into the chair beside me, so I scoot over to give him some space.
