It's hard being the new kid. Especially when you have blue hair and a lip piercing.
That's what I though when I showed up at my new school. I though it would pass, everyone would get over it. But after being slammed against four lockers and having to retrieve my belongings from the floor six times over the course of a week, I knew I'd been permanently branded "The Freak." I had become a bully's favorite target.
This kind of defeated the purpose of switching schools. The whole point was to get away from the bullying, not to be followed by it.
As I hurried to class on Monday, my second week, someone tugged on the hood of my jacket and pulled me back.
"What's the rush?" Carver Nelson asked.
"I- I don't wanna be late for cla-"
Pain splintered through my jaw, cutting my sentence short. The floor rushed to meet me. A metallic taste flooded my mouth.
"Freak!" Carver chuckled. He turned and left, leaving me on the floor.
I brought my hand to my mouth and touched my lips. Blood quickly covered my fingers. I grabbed my books and scrambled to the bathroom. Turning the faucet on, I started shoving paper towels in my mouth. My jaw ached as I watched blood drip into the sink.
I cringed at the thought that this school might actually be worse than my old one.
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We Were Outcasts
Teen FictionMax is different. She's been bullied since freshman year, and hopes that transferring to a different school will eradicate the problem. She soon finds that it's only going to make it worse. She's assigned detention after just one week. But detention...
