Bullied by Magcon

Chapter 1

Christine's POV

Beep! Beep! Beep! Ugh, I have school today. I got up from my bed and went to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and see "LOSER" written in red marker across my forehead.

"Taylor..."

I groan as I try and scrub it off before my mom sees it. You see, my mom is totally oblivious when it comes to things like this. She thinks that Taylor and I get along like perfect siblings. Well guess what? She's so wrong. Taylor hates my guts and I don't know what I did. I take a shower, brush my teach, and dry my hair. I brush my long brown hair and put it into a pony. I go to my closet and grab a pair of pink shorts, and a white loose tank top that says "SWAG" in black letters. I grab my black Jansport backpack and quietly walk downstairs.

Luckily, Taylor doesn't see me and I make it outside before my daily morning beating. I make to school a few minutes early. I don't have any friends at my school, but I do have one best friend. He doesn't go to this school, but his name is Kian. Yes... the KIAN LAWLEY. I met him in 3rd grade and he's been my best friend ever since. But two years ago, Kian moved to California while I was stuck in boring old Indiana. I promised him when I turned 18, I would move to California with him and we would go to college together. But for now, Im stuck here being bullied by my OWN BROTHER. I walk to my locker and I see Taylor waiting for me.

"Hey loser! Did you think that you could miss a beating this morning? Huh? Answer me you little piece of shit!"

"N-No, I just thought that-"

"Save it you slut."

He punches me in the nose, kicks me in the stomach three times and trips me.

"Bye loser!"

Everyone is staring at me by now. I slowly get up and see the blood dripping down my nose and onto the floor. I quickly grab my books and run to the bathroom. I grab some toilet paper and wipe my nose. After a few minutes, the blood stops. I wipe my face and run to class.

I have homeroom with Nash and Cameron. I sit behind Nash and next to Cam. I take my seat and open up my agenda. I check to make sure I have all my homework is done, when Nash and Cam walk up to my desk and grab my agenda from me. I try and grab it back, but Nash is too tall.

"Jump! Jump! I'm just kidding! A fat and short person like you could never jump that high."

He chucks my agenda across the room. As I get up to grab it, I see a pair of shoes in front of me. Uh oh... Mrs. Oakley. (A/N: Not Tyler Oakley's mom... lol)

"Miss Caniff! In your seat immeadiately!"

I scurry back over to my seat. Fortunately, Cam and Nash don't bother me for the rest of homeroom.

I get up to go to first period... with Carter.

Then, I have second period... with Shawn and Aaron.

Then, I have third period... with Jack G.

Then, I fourth period with Jack J.

Then, I have lunch with all of them.

Then, I have fifth period... with Taylor.

Then, I have sixth period with... Matt.

As Im walking home from school, I see a car pull up beside me. I look over to see Nash, Carter, Shawn, Jack J., and Taylor.

"Hey whore!" Carter says.

"You should just go kill your self!" Nash sneers.

"No one likes you bitch!" Taylor yells.

It hurts the most when Taylor says something because he's my brother. I sprint home and lock my bedroom door. I go to my bathroom and grab my razor. I make three small cuts on my arm before wiping up the blood. I walk outside and lay on my bed. I guess I fell asleep because when I woke up, my mom was calling me for dinner. I thought I was fat and Im trying to starve myself to become thin. I politely decline dinner and I work on my homewrok. It was about eleven and I changed into shorts and a tank top. As Im in my bra, Taylor, Cam, Matt, and Jack G. barge into my room. I turn around and cover my boobs with my hands.

"Can you please knock?"

"No... You can't tell me what to do."

"Please leave."

"Say it again bitch" Jack G. replies.

"Can you PLEASE leave?"

"Hmmm, how about no." Cam snickers.

I turn around and put my shirt on. Cam walks over and punches my jaw while Taylor kicks my stomach. I look up and see Matt staring at me.

He mouthes, "Im sorry."

I just ignore him. After a few more hits, they leave. I tiptoe downstairs and grab a ice pack. I put the ice pack on my jaw and go to bed.