He's My Bully

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Hi. I'm back. It's Friday. Oh the joy. Notice my sarcasm? Hm, Friday means loud music from next door while I'm studying. My neighbor is Brent, Fun. Oh! Hurray! Hurray! I'm full of sarcasm today. -___- Anyways, I can't stop it even if I tried. He has gotten worse, he now push me and punch me. Not the I will kill you punch but the I'm charging my energy for next time punch. God help me. Okay, this is Chandra, signing off! -CS

As I finished typing in my netbook, I saved it, closed it and stared outside my window. My left arm hurt, I feel numb in some part but I don't know, It feels like it's been hit by a truck. He pushed me on the lockers so hard that I almost passed out. I sighed, why can't he just leave me alone? It's almost four years! Did he ever heard of Move on or Past is past? Or something? Though I'm used to his bloody bullying. He also have a crew, their crew is named Rush 5. Because they're five. Corniest crew name I've heard in my entire living life. I've typed the dream guy I wanted, irritatingly, I noticed that It's almost the same with Brent. "Hey!" I jumped and held my heart as I tried finding the disturbing voice. "Over here, loser!" I finally saw the person I now hated the most. "Leave me alone. It's friday." I spat, walking over the window, ready to pull my curtains down. "I know what today is. Stupid. The heck you staring at that side of the window?" He asked leaning over his short balcony, his broad chest visible, his jawline, eyes and nose. He just scream 'Hott-' My eyes widened. What the hell am I thinking? "I don't want my night to be ruined so please go away." I said and dropped my curtains. "I'll do anything so you can't sleep!" I heard him yell. Oh my goodness, let the music start.

Night

'Neverland' By All time low blasted through his speakers as I laid down my bed, eyes wide open. How can he sleep with so much ruckus? I closed my eyes and just flowed to the music. I still can't fall asleep. I opened my eyes again and opened my phone. My parents are in abroad, I barely even know them. They send me money but I need them too. I went through facebook.

PIG!

Worthless! No one loves you!

Tomboy!

Woah, hold up. I am not a tomboy. Does wearing skinny jeans and not super short skirts that almost let the whole world see your ass make you a tomboy? No. Does wearing eyeliner and not the full-on make-up that make you look a like an ugly barbie doll make you a tomboy? No. Can they make sure it's true before they even post it? Stupidity level 1000. The music stopped and I paused my thoughts. 'Kiss Me' Started playing. It's from Ed Sheeran. I love this song. I wonder if he knows it? That would be weird. Is he asleep? Hm. I closed my phone then my eyes.

"Settle down with me, cover me up, cuddle me in.."