it was monday and it was a normal day we still got picked on and people still tryed to pick figts with us. after school i told stephine that we are going to california to visit my grandparnts. we left for the airport aand spent 6 hours on a plane flying to california. my grandma met us at the airport. we called in sick for the 4 days we would be gone from school. we did a lot of things we went to go see a concert a few movies and got a few things. it was fun but we had to go back on saterday. when we got home we fell asleep.
on sunday i wet to go look for a new job. i went to a resturant and talked to the manager. he asked me a few questions and tells me that he will call me back. so after i come home i go out with a few friends and went to watch a movie. a group of people came up to us and started a fight. the fight didnt stop until stephine punched the one who started punsced her in the face. we go home and fall asleep.
the next day we called in sick and stay home i wasnt feeling good. We had alot of marks from the fight. The next day we went to school and nobody asked what happened. I was glad because of that. Nobody needs to know. when i got home from school i got a call from the manager he wanted me to start today so i went down there and got my uniform. i was in training the whole day. beth had me serve tables. i made mastacks and she corrected me. when i got home i made something to eat and do my homework. then i started to get phone calls from kids at my school.
it went from phone calls to texts. they were not hello calls the kids kept threating us. i wondered how they got my number. i dont know but i ignored them. one day i got tired of them calling me i told them to leave me and my friends alone. well that didnt work evryday they kept calling and texting me. saying we should die. they just are dumbasses that dont know how to stop when people had enough. i wasnt happy.
the next i saw steve he look at my arm and saw cuts.
"what happended ehy did you do this?" he asked
"its nothing i dont want to talk about it." i answered
"i want you to talk about it i need to know why you did this to yourself." he said.
''i dont want to talk about it no one needs to know what i do." i yell while running away from him.
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Teen Fictiona 15 year old girl tries to fight to stop bullying in school. during this she makes new friends.
