Bullied

Chapter 1

Troian's POV

"Troian, time for school!" My mother yelled from downstairs.

I groaned and got out of bed. I slid on a blouse, a skirt, and black flats. I curled my hair and put on some make-up. I grabbed my backpack and walked downstairs.

"Good morning, darling," My mother said, setting a plate of eggs, toast, and bacon on the table.

"Morning," I said, sitting down and starting to eat. "I don't want to go to school."

"The bullying will get better," Mom said. "It'll end and you can pretend that nothing has happened."

"I can't forget the pain, Mom," I said. "I can't ever forget the hell that was brought to me."

"Honey, it'll get better," Mom said. "Do you want me to drive you to school? Or what?"

"I'll just walk," I said. "I need fresh air. But thanks for the offer."

"Okay," She said. "You should get going. You'll be late for school."

I nodded and went upstairs to brush my teeth. I walked downstairs and grabbed my backpack. I waved to my mom and walked outside.

I opened the school doors and students started looking at me. They're pointing at me. Gwen, the popular girl, walks up to me.

"That outfit makes you look fat," She said. "Oh wait. You already are fat."

"I'm used to it, Gwen," I said. "You don't need to remind me."

"Oh, I will keep reminding you," Gwen said. "I'll keep doing it until you realize it and kill yourself."

"Whatever," I said, rolling my eyes and walked away from Gwen.

I opened my locker and slid my book bag inside. I got my books for first period and shut my locker. I turned around and started walking to class. Someone trips me and makes me fall to the ground, making me drop all my papers to the ground.

"You're such a fucking klutz, Troian!" Someone yelled.

I picked up my papers and put them inside my binder. I picked up my pencil pouch and stood up. I started walking to class and walked into the room. Students started throwing paper balls at me.

"Okay, class," Mr. Robinson, our teacher, said. "You can stop torturing the girl with trees."

I walked to my seat and sat down. I felt someone tap on my shoulder. It's Taylor, Gwen's best friend.

"That shirt is so last year," She said. "It makes you look ugly and fat."

"Leave me alone," I said. "You're being mean to me."

"And I'm proud of it," Taylor said. "Kill yourself, please."

I rolled my eyes and looked forward at the teacher.

The bell rings for school to be over. I got my book bag out of my locker and put my books inside. I closed my locker and walked outside the school.

I heard someone call my name. I turned around and it's a group of kids.

I started running away. I started running away as fast as I could. I started running out of breath. But, I had to keep running. I should just join the track team. I run a lot because I could get away from the bullies.

Gwen is my worst enemy. She's always mean and she judges me for the dumbest reasons. She's the reason why my life is so messed up. She tells everyone to be mean to me and they do. She's the reason my life is hell and that I should die.

I always think I should, but I don't want her to win this time. I always tell myself to stay strong, but become twice as weaker.