Chapter two

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Y/n pvo
I hate me,I hate everything,why is it so hard to like others uh, why can't I just show my feelings I hate it,it hurts, it hurts to see that everyone thinks of me that way everyone thinks am heartless a rude person a bitch a wicked person when am not and I hate school everyone thinks am the bully when they are the bully.

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Y/n....,Lisa shouted out, and y/n came down to the living room and stood in front of her and asked what, don't you think your been too rude uh,Lisa said and y/n just shrugged it,isn't it you she's talking to uh why acting like a bitch uh,Jessi screamed at y/n, am not I just don't have an answer to her question,y/n said, are you talking back at us don't think bcz we been quite you think we like you fuck the fact you're acting cold to make people scared of you,you don't scared us your just a piece of trash you're nothing I wish you weren't here,said Sarah,y/n laughed and said it's not like I wanna be here so just fuck what you saying and tell me what you want,they all looked at each other when sia slapped y/n,y/n was shocked but didn't do anything and just said are you done,Lisa laughed and said I bet they hit you like this at home that's why you feel nothing or you get abused or did daddy leave you she laughed,y/n turned to Lisa and landed her a slap and said don't you dare talk about my family again, lisa was suprised just then Sarah got a vase and hit y/n on the head and she started bleeding and the girls laughed and told Sarah good job,they heard the sound of the car noticing the boys are back.
Doing the unexpected Lisa told the girls to hold y/n and Lisa held her hand to look like y/n was actually hitting her,y/n tried to pull out but when then boys entered Lisa pushed herself to the glass table in the living room and it cut right through her neck and y/n gasp while the girls smirk 😏 and the boys rushed to her.

What do you think the boys will think of y/n? What do you think y/n will do?

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