Right now, all I wanted to do was go home.
It hurt to much to get up from bed and have to face the people outside.
Luckily, they never got physical,but I know that they comment on my hair, face, body, intellegence, and everything inbetween. But that's what they were taught, unconsciously. By their parents, peers or teachers.
Everytime, I walk into the class, everybody starts whispering.
"What is that on her face?"
"She has dandruff"
"Is she a vampire?"
And those are just the simple ones, the ones that don't hurt anymore.
The worst ones are the ones where they laugh in my face, saying that nobody would like me because they had my sisters to look at and they were so much hotter and prettier. Also more intellegent and talented, while I was the 'ugly duck', the one that nobody cared about. The one that needed more help.
But they didn't know that I was smarter in physical matters, things that I could control, that I was more creative, that I loved to write and make things up.
Now, that side of me is ruined because nobody cared enough to get to know the real me. Even the people that I considered my best friend, because at that time, I thought that threatning your best friend that you would kill them is the norm. THAT is what you are supposed to do.
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Bully Master (English Version) - Part I ✔
Teen Fiction(This a translation from my first fanfic on here- I made it a non-fanfiction this time around) ____________ Nicole was a great student with a terrible school life but still managed to live life. Ryan was her disaster, he was everything and nothing t...
