This is not one of your cliche bullied stories. I'm not depressed, my bullies have not driven me to suicide, and I'm most definitely not in love with my bullies either. My name is Veronica Marie Parker, and this is my story.
I was running for what seemed like forever when I finally arrived at school. I was 2 minutes behind my normal schedule because of the incident at the bus stop, so I sprinted into the gymnasium. When I finally got to my gym locker, I only had 1 minute to change. I quickly put in my locker combo (20-12-31) and put on my gym shorts, shirt, and sneakers.
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When I ran into the gym, I realized I was actually quite early and the bell had not rung yet. I decided to sit down on the bleachers and finish up my homework for economics. I heard a rustling behind me... and then someone pulled my hair with an extremely strong grip, which caused me to shed a few tears. "WHAT THE HECK IS WRING WITH YOU" I screamed "Look" the unknown whispered "I had to do it, I don't like bullying you. Let's just say I got peer pressured into doing it, and if I back out I'll be wishing I was dead." "THAT IS NO EXCUSE! I don't know who you are but I absolutely hate you!"
Suddenly, I felt someone sit on the bleacher next to mine. I turned to see who it was... MICHAEL ZACHARY SMITH! I can't believe this... my bully is trying to be my friend. " Michael, this isn't some cliche movie where the bull and the victim become best friends and end up having kids. I would never want to do any of that with you." "Veronica... just give me a chance?" "One chance, and one chance only" I say through my teeth.
A/N: So I have decided that I will release short chapters, but they will be released often. The next chapter will be a character catch up.
