"Everybody's talking at me, I don't hear a word they're saying, Only echoes of my mind."~ Harry Nilsson
"Dork"
"Slut"
"Dweeb"
People bullied me almost about everyday at school and I don't know why. I walk down the hall , books in my hand, as I bury my face downwards to feel like I'm in a shell. It's 1960 and it's my senior year of high school. I'm not pretty, I'm not popular, I'm not anything. But yet I get tormented everyday at this hell hole. If I could be anything I would want to be a rebel without a cause. But I'm too mainstream for that. I tell my mom about my problems; she's the closest thing I have to a friend. She tried talking to the teachers and dean about the situation, but unfortunately nothing has been done.
I walk past the many lockers and faces of lonely people. Hiding behind my Buddy Holly-type glasses, I finally glance up to try to shake off the rude remarks and quickly make it to class when I see a group of three standing and talking. One boy who was in mid conversation looked at me. He didn't mock, didn't have a bad expression on his face, just simply stared. I turned my head away looking back at my feet and headed to class.
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Welcome to this new fanfic I hope you enjoy haha <3
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Singing My Love Song to You
FanfictionLana Mistro is constantly tormented because of bullies at her school and doesn't have any friends. Until one day Paul decides to be her friend..how will their friendship last? That's for you to find out(:
