When a bet was made to see if Riley Carson would fall in love with Mitch Lingston, she didn't think she'd end up as the outcast of school. With rumors flying around there is nothing she can do about it but try and stay under the radar.
Riley's dream...
Warning: This book will contain 'slut-shaming', bullying, name calling. This is an ANTI-BULLYING BOOK! It is never okay to bully someone because they are different. Everyone is going through a struggle you know nothing about.
Song above is....Warrior by Demi Lovato (Thought it fit well :) )
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"I can't believe she'd do that to Mitch Lingston. Who the hell does she think she is?"
"He deserves so much better than that tramp."
All around I heard similar things being said about me. For the past two and a half weeks these kind of comments have followed me to and from classes. The only time I could get away from them was at lunch and when I go home. Even on the weekends I hear it if I go outside.
Tucking my head down I scurried towards the library. I hated the attention I was getting and the only place that was my solstice was the back corner of the library. There I wouldn't have to worry about seeing or hearing anyone.
The moment the library doors closed I was met with blissful silence. Blowing out a breath I made my way towards 'my' area. No one ever came back here so it was all my own. The librarian, Mrs. Anderson, liked me enough to get one of the janitors to put a comfy chair in the corner. And to make it even better I was right in the romance section that housed all my favorite books. It was the perfect little corner.
With a huge sigh I dropped my bag on the ground and fell into the chair. While it was used it was by far the softest, most comfortable chair I've ever sat in. A couple of times I've found myself falling asleep in it.
Tilting my head to the side I looked out the window on my right. The window had a dark film so no one could see who was inside but I could see everything outside. From here I could see students milling around outside on the benches and tables. It was the signature senior hangout during lunch. I use to sit out there but that was before.
I tried hard to ignore the pinch of sadness and anger at seeing everyone out there. I wish I could be sitting out in the nice weather, talking to friends and laughing. But being out there was not an option. Not anymore.
Only 144 days left until I leave this place. I thought to myself.
Graduation was too far though. Just too many days being in this hell hole listening to horrible things people say about me. If I could I'd leave but with this being my senior year I couldn't. I was almost done though. I just had to make it a few more months.
I really shouldn't care what people say about me but I did. Like anybody I don't like people judging me for things they knew nothing about. But this is high school. This is where no one believes what is real, they only care about themselves and their status, and they could give two shits about hurting someone. And at the moment I was the lowest on everyone list to be nice to.
