Nightingale (a Demi Lovato fanfic) {ON HOLD}

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~I can't sleep tonight~

*Beth's POV*
"Wake up sleepy head, its time to go to school!" Mom yelled across the house so I could hear her. Ugh. School. It's the worst place on earth. If I hate going to a place, that place will be the school. "Comin'!" I yelled back. I hopped out of bed and went into the bathroom to get dressed. Obviously, the first thing that greeted me in the bathroom was the huge mirror that hung on the wall. I stared at my own reflection. Fats. That's all I see. I shook that thought away and decided to get dressed.

I came out in a hoodie and leggings and hopped down the stairs, only to see the devil sitting in the kitchen enjoying her breakfast. "Morning mom," I smiled as I looked past Demi and grabbed my bag. As I made my way towards the door, Mom asked, "Don't you want breakfast? You skipped dinner yesterday." "Uh no, I'm not hungry," I replied, hoping she bought that. Apparently not. She handed me a sandwich and waved goodbye to me. I wave back and started walking.

As I came across a bin, I stared at the sandwich, hesitating if I should eat it or not.

It has a lot of calories, throw that shit way

You're right. The sandwich has a lot of calories, if I eat it, I'll become way fatter than I already am. I tossed the sandwich into the bin and headed towards the hell hole.
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Before I had the chance to reach my first class, Vernice had pushed my clumsy ass into a locker. "Hey slut, where are you going?" She smirked as I kept my mouth shut. "When I talk to you, answer me!" She screamed and punched me in the face. I nodded slowly as I saw a crowd gathered behind Vernice. Some were taking videos while the others just stood there and whispered. No one came up to help me, as usual. She let go after a few more kicks and punches, leaving me sliding down the locker in tears. The crowd soon enough dispersed as I slowly made my way towards the toilet.
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"Miss Lovato, what took you so long?" Miss Taylor asked sternly. "I was taking a piss, have a problem with that, Taylor?" I snickered as I continued scrolling through my phone. That was when my phone got snatched away. "Hey! Give me back my phone!" I scowled. "Not until you apologise," Miss Taylor spoke calmly. "Apologise? For what?" I turned away. "You know what," she stood there, staring at me, waiting for an answer, which she's NOT going to get. "For calling you by your first name? If your name isn't Taylor, then what is it? Bitch?" I smirked. That was when I realised I was in deep deep trouble.

"Off to the principal's office, NOW!" Miss Taylor screamed as I gathered my belongings and trudged out the door.
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I kept a straight face as I sat down on the chair in front of the principal. "Call my parents, I don't care," I said coldly as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. He sighed and picked up the office phone and started dialing my mom.

5 minutes later, mom came into the office, face flushed with anger. Instead of calming down and talking to the principal nicely, she pulled me by the arm as I winced in pain as we headed towards the car. "We'll talk about this later," Mom stated coldly.

OK new book bc why not :)