Bullied By Dan And Phil

Chapter One

                            Deep Down
Ivy let out a light hum as she walked down the to familiar street, she dug her hands into her grey, worn out hoodie pocket. Her earplugs blaring out so anyone of the public could hear her if near enough. A cool 6:30 am breeze washed over her, pushing her raven black hair out of her face, including her apparent 'emo' fringe. Ivy held her own hand within her large pocket to keep them slightly warmer.

Ivy eventually reached the front of the school, she never got anxious when going to a new school, she had done it too often. Either due to being expelled or moving. This time it was both, she knew that she would be moving so she got herself expelled and the other people suspended, she would never speak of the 'other people' Never ever again, no matter what. The things they did would haunt her forever, all the abuse she had ever felt in her life had always haunted her, but that experience, was something she wouldn't brush off so easily. Little did she know now it would get even worse.....

As Ivy entered the school gates she could see other students and teachers dotted around the school grounds. School wouldn't start for another hour and half, but Ivy figured she should come early so she can find her way around first. You see, Ivy wasn't a 'bad' person, only when it was in defence or retaliation, Ivy was usually very quiet and kept her head down. As Ivy entered the school properly she took her hands out of her warm pockets and grabbed onto the straps of her bag, the nerves kicking in. Ivy glanced at a few students passing by, but decided she would avoid the scary looks and stare down at the dirty, stained floors instead. Ivy dug a hand into her black ripped jeans to find a small piece of paper, folded and slightly stained. She opened her uncared for timetable. She read her name and locker number, then looked to her right and left, number 189 was her locker number. She continued walking but at a faster pace until she reached 150. Once she found 150 she walked slower, muttering the numbers to herself. Aha! 189. She stood in front of the locker, a classic red with what looked like what happened when you pulled off a sticker but it ripped. She let out a light and quiet sigh, pulling open the locker, she was surprisingly greeted with a fairly clean locker. She looked at the door which had a cork board in the middle and a small hook above it. Ivy hung her graffitied bag up, it was covered in band patches that she had recently ironed on. It was the only bag she really liked. She took her phone out of the side and glanced at it in her hand as it turned on, playing MANTRA by Bring Me The Horizon. She grinned and shoved her phone and timetable into her hoodie pocket. She unzipped her bag and took out all her books. She pushed her books into the locker, on the middle shelf which had just enough space for them. Her bag was practically empty now. She took her purse (if you could call it that) out of the front pocket of her bag, it was black leather with the skeleton of a hand upon it, with the middle finger up. Beneath it it read "Fuck You" in bones. She smiled lightly as she put it on a smaller shelf. Her pencil case was decently plain, except for the fact it matched her bag, it had band patches dotted around it. After Ivy had organised her locker she closed it, it wouldn't close the first time because of her bag so she repositioned it and closed it a second time, then it worked. Ivy pressed play on Spotify, which was on her phone and let MANTRA blare into her ears.

Ivy looked down at her timetable after locking her locker up. She saw that there was a 'chill area' which was at the back of the school, half of it was under cover the other half seemed to be an area of trees, benches and tables. Ivy memorised the route to take and folded her paper back up, heading to the area she realised not many people were at school, I mean it was the middle of the year and she was now an hour early. Ivy passed classrooms with lights off and cleaners still cleaning the ghost like hallways. Ivy reached the 'chill area' easily, noticing that a decent amount of kids were here. She could see one group in particular sitting in a booth, almost surrounding two guys. One nearly as pale as Ivy with raven black hair matching hers, another sitting aside him (they were both sitting in an apparently 'Cool' way) had slightly curly brown hair, and a more tanned skin tone. They all seemed like they were popular so Ivy practically ignored them, Ivy then, standing in the same spot, looked around. She saw a white cherry blossom tree with a rather old looking picnic bench underneath it. Ivy headed over there, interested. Ivy sat at the lonesome picnic bench and took her phone out of her pocket. Ivy unlocked her phone and went onto Pinterest, Ivy just surfed Pinterest extremely bored.
Today will be boring Ivy thought to herself, she turned her phone off and shoved it in her pocket, Ivy knew she would struggle making friends. She belonged in a few groups. 'The weird emø kids' 'The kids with issues' 'The lonely kids nobody likes' or 'The kids that get bullied so nobody talks to them or they suffer too'. Ivy let out a light sigh, every school was the same.

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