his little rebel

1 - meeting tweerie

"Everytime i look in the mirror, i always see an ugly, worthless and a poor girl. Brunette. Small. Fat. Eyeglasses. Crinkles. Eyebags.I myself, judge her because of how she looks, how she dresses, how she acts. Why does she seems living an unhealthy life? She has scars, pale eyes, pale body and her eyes arent shining? Maybe beacuse she's just too tired"

*kriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing*

"Ugh that damn stupid alarm clock" i turned it off as i try to get back to sleep again.

"Tweerie!! Tweeeeeerieeeeee!!!!"

"watdafuq?!!!!!?! i'm trying to sleep here cant u see? Ugh"

"what are u saying? You need to get up!! you're gonna be late for school you have exams today weirdo"

"School. 1 word but has thousands of meanings. For me, school is a fucking hell. You get fucking judged everyday with your look, your voice, your dress etc. Even when you're doing nothing to be honest. I just don't like school i mean i dont even have true friends. I dont even get acknowldge or cared. They always laugh at me, they tryna put me down. And i dont have the urge to say it to mom because im too scared. Well thats shit"

I pulled off the blanket that's wrapped around my body and started putting on my slippers. I grabbed the comb and started combing my hair first then went to the kitchen.

I saw mom preparing some breakfast.

"whats breakfast" i asked yawning

"eggs and hotdogs as usual"

"I'm starting to get used to it so"

"okay then love i'll try to buy bacons tomorrow what do you think" she said with an excited tone

"your choice" as i rolled my eyes

After i finish my breakfast i then went to shower and get dressed up.

----- beep beeeep -----

"hun you've got to hurry school bus is already there go go"

"what- ugh okay okay" then i slowly grabbed my bag and walk outside.

"hun!! you forgot your lunch!!" i looked back, embarassed. What mom you don't have to shout im not 7 anymore.

I grabbed my lunch out of her hand quickly and ran inside the bus. They were looking at me, prolly talking shit about me again. I dont know what to react anymore, i'm used to it btw.

I sat at the front, bitches and ugly dirty little ratchets are sat at the back of the bus.

Sigh. I've always been like this. I'm just nothing. I always get mocked, teased, bullied. Well i couldn't blame them though. Mom's still treating me like a child well i'm 16 right now, im turning college next year and guess what. Woooow i hate this fucking life. And just think of how i look, i'm ugly, fat, useless, retard, always crying, weak, helpless, shy, worthless piece of shit. How am i gon- aww!

"what are you daydreaming again weirdo? ohmygod daydream anything just not my super hot boyfriend that you've always been thirsty on!!" Paula. Tall, blonde, famous, sporty, sexy aka every boy's dream of. that little bitch again. when will she stop? She's not always confident with her boyfriend because he's super famous and 10 bucks she knows he has lots of girlfriends that's why theyre not hanging around everyday even though they're just a classroom away.

"not even" i answered silently as im massaging my head of what she threw at my head earlier.

"psh you're such a weirdo!! you're talking to yourself again? ugh pathetic!! loser!" as she threw another can of bottle on me but gladly, i've hit it away so.

She returned to her old rusty smelly odor throne aka backseat of the bus with her bitchy friends. They hi fived when she got there. Pfft witches. When will they stop hiding those little pimples, ugly hair, ugly and scary face, and their broomsticks?

-beeeeeeeeeeeeep-

I went back to myself when Kuya Tristan pressed that loud and noisy button at his front.

"Ok guys!!! We're here don't forget to study hard and listen very well to your teachers alright? Cmon cmon cmon get your bags up!!"

"Ok thanks kuya tristan." I said as i went down.

Sigh so this is it. Gonna enter hell in 3..2..

"holy shizzle wizzle!!" i screamed loudly because someone just tripped me.

"ohmygod im sorry u ok"

"yes i-"

then he ran off. wow. am i too ugly for him to be scared so much. reminder: this is just the start of the day and i'm far too scared as shit of what will happen next.