A loud thud rings in the room as I fall to the ground. The classroom goes silent for a few seconds before Lyn fits of laughter burst out. Even Mrs. Eve my algebra teacher holds in her laughter, poorly I might add. I can feel my face burning red as I look down at my boots, a long wavy lace is loose from the knot. I quickly jump up looking around for the algebra homework I dropped. My eyes land on the equation filled slip on Max's desk.
"Thanks for the homework klutz, didn't understand it anyway." He spoke with a large grin spread across his face as he erased my name for his own. He collects high fives from his friends. Then pushes himself up to bring my homework to mrs. Eve.
A minute before the bell ring mrs. Eve calls my name,
"Miss slayed, may I ask where your homework is?" She looks up at me.
"Max stole it!" I say a little louder than I should have ,probably.
"Nicole! I do not except liars in my class room! Max is a good boy, don't bring him down with your lying!"
Then the bell rings, Mrs. Eve says goodbye and we all leave. Thank god that was my last period. I exit the school, rushing through the driveway, with my head down. When I slam into something, I fall backward, dropping my books. I look up slowly starting with some expensive looking shoes. Next some baggy grey jeans, and a dark red shirt. It's Max, a strand of light brown hair gets in his face. He looks angry. He grabs my arm yanking me up on my feet. he pulls his other arm back slapping me. wouldn't be the first time this has happened. yet he doesn't stop there he pushes me back down kicking me in the side a couple times.
"Don't get me in trouble , bitch"
He yells spitting on me and stomping away. I sit before collecting my things and walking home.
I make the walk and open the door, and call for my parents letting them know I'm home. I rush to my room gripping my laptop and laying on my bed. I open it up, and •scroll through tumblr. I'm on for the rest of the night. around three in the morning I close it and go to bed. ready to face the nightmare of tomorrow.
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Teen FictionNicole, sixteen, depression, anxiety, you name it, she'll never be good enough for her father, mother could care less, bullied to hell at school, but who's the one to save her from herself? Read find out.
