Bullies

One

The sound of XIAT by Trevor Moran rings through my room. I pound my fist on the alarm and stumble out of bed. I grab a plain whte long sleeve shirt, a black leather jacket, black leggings, and my blue high tops. I got dressed and went to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and combed my hair. I put it in a high ponytail and went downstairs. I grabbed my bag off the floor and my penny board.

I walked outside and hopped on my penny board. I made it to school and hopped off at the door. I walked in earning glares from everyone. I quickly walked to my locker and grabbed my English books. I walked to class and took my seat in the far right corner.

Nash and Carter walked in, smirking. Uh oh. I quickly looked away and class started. Well, since I'm not going to be paying any attention, I'll tell you about myself. My name is Sydney Brooks, I'm 16, I live with my slutty mother. Oh, and I've been bullied by the same popular boys since seventh grade. No one talks to me, ever, besides when they bully me.

I grabbed an apple and paid for it. I stepped into the library with my phone in hand. The Liberian, Miss. Nicole, is the only person who is nice to me. No one really comes to the library, except a few freshman. I always help her on Tuesday's and Friday's, putting books away and cleaning. It's the only time I'm not bullied.

After helping Miss. Nicole out, the bell rang. Today we have an early release, so it's time to leave.

I said bye to Miss. Nicole and went to my locker. Before I could open it, Nash and Shawn slammed me against the lockers.

"What should we do today, boys?" Nash asked as Carter and Taylor walked up. "Beat her senseless." all the boys agreed, and did exactly that.

They punched and kicked everywhere, and finally stopped when I fell down. If I closed my eyes I'd faint. Not happening. They all laughed and walked away. Why is it always like this?