I was bullied by Louis Tomlinson

Chapter 1: The new school

You put it down like New York City

I never sleep, wild like Los Angeles

My fantasy, hotter than Miami

I feel the heat

Oh, Miss international love

Oh, Miss international love

I don't play football but I've touched down pretty much

All around the world, all around the world

I don't play baseball but I've hit a home run

All around the world, all around the world...


I groaned as my alarm played: International Love by, Pitbull ft. Chris Brown.

I love the song, I just hate the fact that it's what wakes me up out of my desperately needed sleep. I sighed heavily - not like it's going to help me- & slid my legs off of the king size bed, feeling the coold hard-wood floor as my feet creept onto it ever so slowly. Today was my first day of school, & i was dreading it, who doesn't dread their first day of school? Exactly.

I sauntered downstairs, to see my mum nowhere in sight, great. I walked over to the fridge & saw a pink note stuck to it. I slowly removed the magnets that stuck the note to the stainless steel machine & read it- with the little energy I have.

'Hey Car, I had a very important meeting & can't drive you to school today. Your Range rover is outside they shipped it this morning.
P.S- Breakfast is on the stove.
~Mum xx'

I'm not even shocked, its typical. I'm so used to her have these 'Emergency Meetings' what's so important about clothes anyway?

I peeked over at the stove, where my supposed breakfast was. My stomach made that dying whale noise that it makes when i'm hungry & i glided over to the Pancakes drenched in maple syrup with slices of strawberry on top. I licked My lips & genitally lifted the plate- like it was going to run away like a scared puppy if i was too aggressive- & slid onto the bar stool awaiting me at the granite coutertop.


I slipped the plate into the sink with the other dishes waiting to be washed by Marina, marina is our maid, my mum never really has time to clean because she's working all the time so she hired a maid. When people see me with the stuff i have, they automatically think i'm a stuck up rich girl- but I'm anything but that, honestly.

I stomped up the marble staircase, you ever notice how much harder it is to go up the stairs than to go down? Especially in the morning when you have Zero energy & gravity wins your body over. I walked over to my closet it's a large walk-in closet, it's bigger than my bathroom. I looked over the 8 sections- Accessories, Bags, Jeans, Leggings, Pants, Shirts, Shoes, & Tank tops/ Under-shirts. They were all  color coordinated, my mum is very precise when it comes to clothing.

I scanned over the clothing one more time, trying to put together the perfect outfit for my first day of school. Then I landed my eyes on it, not too overboard, but not too simple. Something that'll get me noticed, but won't draw to much attention towards me. 

I found it, perfecto! A Ribbon Heart Keyhole Embellished Vest, Grey Bleached Low-Rise skinny jeans, a pair Black VANS era. With  acessories, like:  Sterling Silver Diamond Accent Infinity Necklace, Blacke spiked diamond bracelet, Sterling Silver Diamond Bow Ring, with a small black bow for my twilight black hair. ( Her Outfit. ----------------->)

I pulled the outfit out of the closet, along with a towel for my shower.
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I tossed my- now dry hair up into a not-too-neat back braided bun & applied some make-up, just a little bit of grey eyeshadow for a more natural look. I threw on my Juicy Couture backpack & jogged downstairs, determined not to be late for my first day. I shouted bye to Alice- our chef & slammed the door behind me.

I pulled up into the school parking lot. People were walking inside now, great I'm not late! I gathered up my book bag, wallet, & the timetable my mum got for me yesterday & walked towards the school, earning a  few glares for those slags people call 'Barbies' & some 'Wolf Whistles' from some boys.

I entered the school, the cool hallways, & the rushing people stunning me. I looked at my time table, my first class was Mr.Walsh, Maths... great, note the sarcasm. I located the classroom, room 219.

I walked up to the mahogany desk, that a slightly bald man, in his 40's sat staring at papers intensely. I cleared my throat, so he would look up before the paper would catch fire.

"Oh! Hello you must be Carli, our new student, I presume?" He had a surprisingly higher voice than I thought he would. I studied him for a few seconds before answering,

"Uhm, yeah. Carli Johnson."

"Yes, very well... You can take a seat behind Mr.Tomlinson, Louis raise your hand." He stated, while a boy with, messy-styled brown hair & a loose striped shirt. I studied him a little longer, he was the boy I saw yesterday across the street from me. Butterfly's started fly around in my stomach, making me more & more nervous every minute.

I quickly walked to the back towards where he was sitting & then suddenly I felt air pickup from under me. Someone tripped me. I looked up to see who it was...

"Watch where your going, bitch..." Said a smirking Louis. Butterflys gone. They dropped dead, like the little crush i had on him. I raised my right eyebrow at the boy who was trying to hold back his laugh.

"What the hell is your problem?!" I snapped. Everybody turned around to look at us. By now I was off of the floor & standing above Louis.

"Ms.Johnson, please take your seat." Mr. Walsh said, a slight annoyed tone deep in his voice. "No talking, anyone."

Louis turned to me, "Don't address me li-" 

"I said no talking! I'll see you after school Mr.Tomlinson!" the teacher cut him off.

Louis rolled his eyes & turned back to me. "You'll pay for this later, slut." He whispered to me.


Great, I think I just got my first bully...






[Hey guys! Do you like this story? I need comments! The drama starts soon don't worry ;) ]
~Carli

Written By C00kiesandIrishcharm