To Save The Nightlings

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Frea POV

Today is going to be like every other day, which means it will be boring, and full of bullying as usual.

I try to stand up to the bullying but, it never ends well for me, so I have learnt my lesson anyways.

5:00 “zzzzzzzzz” the sound I hate the most, my alarm. I smash it with my hand just like every other day, I don't even know how I am able to do that cause the thing is like very strong.

After braiding my hair and wearing my world famous *note sarcasm* hood that look 4 times my size and my faded jeans, I head downstairs for breakfast.

Its a shock my dad has not yelled the roof up for my name already “Frea!!!!!!!!, get your lazy but down here this instant”

Yup that's it. Time to go downstairs.

“Good morning dad, what's for breakfast”.

On the dining, there's roasted chicken (my favourite), some mashed potato's and gravy, and waffles with syrup.

My dad tend to over cook when he's stressed, I wonder when he even had time to prepare all this.

“Okay dad... Fess up, what's wrong?”

He looks at me like he's contemplating whether to tell me something or  not, I always get that look, and as usual I remind him that am old enough for anything.

“Dad..... You can tell me anything okay? Please?”

He looked at me and as  usual, he replied with the same answer

“Its okay sweetheart, nothing I can't handle”.

7:00 Oh shit! I'll be late at this rate. With no time to eat the sweet break fast that had been prepared, I take an apple and stuff my lunch bag in my bag.

“Bye dad... I don't think I can wait for breakfast, I'll be late”.

“Ok, honey, come home  straight”.

After a peck, I head to school, taking the bus as usual. One of my plans after school is buying myself a car, cause taking the bus is so stressful and just gives perverts a chance to “mistakenly”
do some stupid things.

Its 7:35, 5 minutes more to school beginning, yay.....

The stares and side talks begin again “look how fat she is” “should she even be allowed to come to school”.

Well, side talks and stares she can handle but......

“Umph”.

“Oh sorry, piggy, didn't see you there”.

Cara, the most hedious (at heart) and annoying person I know. She's so perfect that everybody falls to her feet and she's been bullying me since year 4.

What started as her simply taking my juice boxes, which I saw as stealing has now progressed to her hitting me, calling the jocks to beat me up (i ended up with one closed eye for week).

And rumours spread then, that I was beaten by an abusive ex- boyfriend, the rumours spread like wide fire with just the right people blowing air in it.

And by that I mean, Cara and her stupid minions.

I managed to get through school today just like every other day, without getting more than a bruise on my eye, which I know will progress to being a bruise.

But, believe me, ave seen worse.

After having taken my bath when I got home, I immediately brought out my BAB box.

Bruises Amendment Box.

Yes, I have that, I can't let my dad sew the bruises caused he'll just freak and go to school, and then just make it all worse.

Thanks for reading.  -S.K-