hot milk >> bullied by waterparks

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my name is hanna paisley. i'm your average teen girl. i couldn't live without my friends, well, my friend, magnolia carter, or maggie for short, or music, obviously. i'm a huge fan of twenty øne piløts, and frankly, i can't imagine life without them. i became a fan when vessel was released thanks to maggie insisting that their music was life changing. and hey, i'm pretty sure it was.

i have a near perfect life and frankly, i think i deserve it. you see, i'm a good person. i really am. my grades and friends always come first. i have a great relationship with both of my parents. i'm nice to every single person i meet, even if they're mean to me. if tyler and josh have taught me anything, it's to be kind, because you never know what someone else is going through, and i stand by that. i help freshmen to their classes, even if they're ungrateful about it. i give people change if the amount they have isn't quite enough for the food they're trying to buy at lunch.

because i believe that everyone deserves to stay alive. everyone deserves a chance, even if i'm the only person willing to give them one.

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"hanna!" maggie calls from across the hallway. i walk over and wrap her up in a tight embrace, noting her tyler joseph-style glasses. i'm so glad i chose her to be my best friend.

"mags! what's up?" i say happily, pulling away from our hug.

"not much. you should probably get to class, though." she mumbles, glancing over my shoulder. i roll my eyes. i already know what she means.

"oh, come on maggie. remember, in heavydirtysoul? gangsters don't cry. i'm not gonna let him get to me, for fuck's sake."

maggie sighs. "han, seriously. i'm worried about you. you can't just keep accepting it! you need to do something, i don't know, tell someone."

i roll my eyes. "that's giving in. and i'm no quitter. if tøp taught me anything, it's to keep going no matter what. i need to be brave. for them."

maggie hugs me again. "good luck, bae. you're better than him, remember that."

she's right! i am better than him! i muster up my confidence and strut right by him.

but then everything stops. he grabs me by the throat and slams me into the bucket of mop water while the janitor chases his two friends down the hall. it soaks my clothes and i start to smell the cleaning fluid on me.

"emo whore." he laughs, kicking the bucket. it has wheels so it rolls down the hallway while other kids spit in it.

this is what i deal with every day.

my name is hanna paisley and i'm being bullied by awsten knight.