Chapter 1

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"Goodbye, honey! Have a good day at school!" yelled Meghan's mom from the porch as she ran to the bus.
"That's very unlikely." She grumbled under her breath. As she was getting into the bus, the door got caught on her sweater, causing it to rip with a loud tearing noise. Everyone on the bus laughed. She just kept walking. As she was almost to the seat she had selected, a foot stuck out in her path at the last moment causing her to trip.
"Oops!" laughed the girl who had tripped her. "I guess 'Mommy's Little Girl' is a little clumsy this morning!" Meghan recognized her as Jane. She was always mean to her.
She just simply got up and walked the rest of the way to her seat. Everyone around her moved away and got out their spitball tubes. As the crumpled up pieces of paper hit her hair, hot tears began to roll down Meghan's face. By now she should be used to it though. Whenever she tried to tell anyone, it got worse. The taunting would get more serious, Jane would try to get the attention and make Meghan feel like a piece of dirt on the bottom of her shoe. Meghan used to look forward to when the bus stopped at school and she could leave the bus.....that is until it gradually moved with her to school. She tried to be strong, like it says in her novel she likes to read, but it happens every day and it's hard to run when you've already ran for miles. Her novel says to tell your parents, but her father was an abuser and a drug user so he had become crazy and died years ago. Her mother was her best friend, her only friend actually but she didn't know that. Though she should tell her mom, she didn't want her to worry about her and she wanted to be 'Mommy's Little Brave Soldier'. She had way more reasons not to tell her mom though, like the fact that her mother and Jane's mother were best friends and she would tell her and then her mother would tell Jane, and it would get worse. It always did, one way another.
The bus stopped and Meghan got up, pulling spitballs out of her hair.
"Get back, hobo!" Jane said, pushing Meghan backward onto the people behind her. Jane laughed and walked down the bus aisle. "Same time tomorrow?" she yelled as she walked off the bus.
Meghan mumbled "Sorry." To the people she was pushed into and walked off the bus, head down. When she was inside, she grabbed her books and put her bag in her locker. As she was walking down the hallway to her first class, Jane appeared down the corner with her "posse", grabbed Meghan's books and said "Oh! Are these yours? Here. Have them back." She threw them into her gut and said "See you in class, hobo!"
Meghan looked around her. Everyone was laughing at her, pointing, and whispering to each other. She was on the floor, books all around her. That's when she noticed someone walking through the crowd. "It's probably someone to take my picture and put it in the school newspaper." she thought. She was wrong. A boy who she remembered as Jonathon shoved everyone aside to walk to her. When he finally pushed the last person away, he began to pick up Meghan's books and to help her up.
"Go away!" He yelled to everyone "All of you! There's nothing to see here!" And as the crowed went away, he asked Meghan "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, sorry...." Meghan answered him.
"What? Sorry? For those people being huge jerks?"
"Um..... Bye." Meghan said picking up the stack of books. She quickly ran away down the halls to her first class before the boy could say anything else.

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