Shattered Love ~ Bars And Melody

Part 1

Hi, my names Ronnie, Ronnie Hall.
I'm 14, turning 15 in a few months.

I'd say I'm not too tall or too short, I'm a normal height for a 14 year old girl.

I have dark brown hair, naturally straight, that goes up to my shoulders.

I also move school a lot because of my dad's job, he was in the army.

That's how I ended up here, he's quit the army now and decided to settle in London.
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I sigh as I do my hair up in a high pony. I take a long hard stars at myself in the mirror.

I'm wearing a dark green skirt that falls down in between my waist and knees.

And a equally hideous green blazer, I hate blazers.

"Bye Dad!" I yell as I do up my white Nike Airforces.

"Bye Ron, take care!"

He calls me Ron, short for Ronnie.

Edgar follows me out the front door, Edgar's my dog, he's a pug to be precise.

"Edgar! I have to go to school"

He makes a face and whines as if he understands what I'm saying.

"I'll miss you too, but I'll be back by 3"

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I'm not that bothered with the fact that I'm starting a new school, I've moved enough times to know that at school you have three categories :

Populars
In betweeners
And
Un populars

Basically I just have to lie low, and stick in the in betweeners category.

I walk into trough the corridor trying to remember the way.

No Christmas decorations, no lights, nothing. The place is dull as hell.

My blue iPhone lights up, I look down to reveal a text from Jess

Jess is my internet bestie, I tell her everything.

"Hey how's London going? ~ Jess"

I was about to reply when something bumped into me, more like I bumped into someone actually.

I took out my earphones and looked up to reveal a pink figure.

She was tall, slim, she had her skirt even shorter than mine and wasn't wearing a blazer, and she looked as if she was about to chop my head off.

"I- I'm really sorry" I say bending down to pick her books up.

"Don't touch my stuff you freak!" She shouts, a bunch of kids gather around us.

I look at them with a lost expression

"I was just Tryna help" I defend

"help? By pushing me?!"

"I didn't mean to, it was an accident"

She looks even more irritated by the fact I answered back.

She swings her hand forward, knocking the coffee I had in my hand causing it to spill over me.

I looked down at my new uniform, now covered in a cappuccino.

I watched the brown drink trickle down my legs.

"Oops" she says, "it was an 'accident' " she laughs and everyone around me joins in.

I have about 40 kids staring at me, covered in coffee, laughing their heads off.
And it was just the first day.

Now do you see what I mean? Popular.
popular = mean.

I feel hot tears roll down my cheeks, which are now, 50 shades of red.

I grab my stuff and run down the corridor, although I'm not quite sure where I'm going.

I had been bullied before, when I was 11.

It was really hard for me, they would come up to me and trip me over, after they'd done that they'd kick me and wait till I was in tears.

I'm also not sure why they bullied me

Sometimes it was because of silly things I can't help like, having brown eyes, or being too skinny, or just for simply being myself.

And I really didn't want to go trough it again.

After this experience, and that too within the first hour of my first day..

I'm gonna stick to my plan of "lying low" I'll just avoid everyone like I did in my previous schools.

Although it was pretty hard to do that with everyone pointing at you and laughing every 30 seconds.
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A/N Sorry it's a bit short, and boring but it's just the first bit 💫 comment and vote, lemme know what you think of it 🌸
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