Bullied

Chapter 4

Troian's POV

My mom isn't the same. My mom isn't the beautiful woman she used to be. Now that she's been drinking.

Her brunette hair turned into an ugly color of red. Her blues eyes turned into an ugly color of grey and black. She looked like a sin.

A couple weeks ago, her and Ron got married. Now, he's my step-dad.

I don't like him. He's mean to me and he always taunts me.. even if my mom looks. I'm always home alone. They're always going out to clubs around nine and coming home around five in the morning. I've heard do things I don't even want to say.. ew.

I'm not a virgin. Rob raped me. I'm not innocent as I seem to be.

A kid in my school found out I'm not a virgin and they taunt me about it. They taunt me badly.

I walk into the school and I run into a kid.

"Watch it, bitch," He said, pushing me on the ground.

I stood up and brushed the dirt of my shirt. I sighed and walked to my locker.

"So Troian," Gwen said. "Where were you yesterday? Trying to attempt suicide?"

"Leave me alone, Gwen," I said. "I'm not in the mood."

"Of course, you're not," She said. "But I am."

"That's good," I said. "Go pick on someone else."

"Why would I pick on someone else when I have you?" Gwen asked.

I rolled my eyes and walked away from her. I got my stuff for class and walked to class.

"Morning, class," Mr. Robinson said, walking into the room.

"Morning," The class said. I didn't say anything.

"Today," He said. "We are going to be starting a project with a partner, and I'm assigning partners, you'll be talking about what you want to be when you grow up. It's part of your grade for this class. So here's the list.. Callie and Alex, Brett and Brendan, Jordan and Troian.."

I hear the class laugh and I hear some say they feel bad for Jordan. Jordan sits next to me.

"Don't talk to me or touch me," She said. "I don't want diseases."

I kept my mouth shut. I don't like this girl.

"Okay, what do you want to be when you grow up?" She asked.

"I want to be a doctor or lawyer," I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"That's so stupid," Jordan laughed. "I can't believe that. You look like a stripper or something."

"No, I don't," I said. "What do you want to be when you grow up?"

"I want to be a model," She said. "That is even better than a doctor or a lawyer."

"No, it's not," I said.

"Shut the fuck up, you stupid, little bitch," Jordan said. "You'll never be a model because you're goddamn fat."

The bell rings before I could say anything. I grabbed my things and walked out of the classroom.