" Trent " One of the girls gasped out. Making me immediately know who was in the bathroom. Cindy the leader of the tramps. The group of girls who thinks it's fun to play around with me.
" Uhh hey Cindy " Trent said shakily.
" What are you doing in here? " Cindy questioned.
" Isnt this the guys toilet, what are you doing in here? " Trent said. It wasnt the best excuse but I guess it was a one-one chance.
" It's the girls bathroom dope. Get out " Cindy yelled.
" Ew no wonder it smells wierd in here " Trent said as his voice furthered out. He was probably walking out of the bathroom.
" Uh boys " Cindy hastily continued.
" He is cute though " Another girl in the group which im guessing is named Kaphrice said.
The girls began to gossip about Trent and other guys in the school that were mentioned hot.
Finally, they all forward out and I began to change. Slowly opening the door, I glance out to the empty bathroom.
Sighing in relief, I fix up parts of my hair and follow out. Peering out into the opening of the schoolground, I continue walking to my classes.
Speedily walking through the crowds of people. I end up at my homeroom. Leaning onto the wall, puffed out by exceedingly, fast walking.
Turning into my class, I walk towards my assigned seat before a tomato is pegged at the lower half of my body. Resembling a period stain on Trent's sprinter shorts.
Still in awe, more people start to notice the red stain. I start to tear up but not hard enough to see them. I run out, heading to the other side of the school. Running through everyone, more people laugh and point. Some even taking photos, I still run, wiping my face in the process.
Now that I'm on the other side of school, I puff out even more stressing at the fact that I had no idea how big the school was.
As I walk around to find the counseling room, I'm noticed by more people. Spotting the counseling room, I run straight in, ready for another session.
Puffing harder the counsellor ( a petite woman ) greeted me into a chair. Taking her nice gesture, I begin to rub my eyes so tired of crying from the bullying.
After sitting there for hours just confessing the counsellor calls the office telling them to ring my dad to tell him to pick me up.
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Im a murderer
Teen FictionMacey Andrews is fed up with living her life being constantly bullied. Though her parents care for her, she feels of committing suicide. Unfortunately, she tends to an even worse attempt, killing. Obessed with the life as a murderer, she starts to k...
