Life of a Fangirl

Chapter 8

As soon as I walked into the classroom Amy rushed up to me and hugged me.
"Thanks goodness! All sorts of rumours were going round!"
"Like what?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"Yes!"
"Well some people said you cut, some said you went into serious depression, like so serious you needed medical help. One girl even said you commit suicide. You should have seen the popular's faces!" I was glad to be with Amy again.
"No, I'm just me. Normal me."
Jamie looked relived when he saw me. He was sitting by himself again. I ignored him, and took a seat with Amy next to Ron. "How are you?" He asked.
"Yeah, good thanks. Ready to start fresh." We chatted like usual, and stayed together for the rest of the day. I saw them share a kiss before we went to our different maths sets, and I had a feeling of sadness inside. But then I remembered what he put me through, so I clenched my fists and walked into Maths. I decided I wouldn't bother about boys anymore. Just my grades, and fangirling of course.
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"So these projects won't be in for two weeks. They need to include images and text on your chosen artist, and needs to be an A3 poster. Decorate it nicely, of course!" Mrs Burton said. Jamie turned to me.
"Look, we're just going to have to work together. I know you hate me, and you know I love you. But for the sake of a good grade, can we just be friends?"
"Friends would be stretching it. I'll talk to you about the project, but about the project only. You can come to mine tonight, but as soon as we've done some of the project you're leaving. Understand?"
"Of course. I know how you feel."
"No, I don't think you do,' I said in an icy tone, frowning. He sighed, and grabbed his bag just as the bell went. The day whizzed by. We walked back to mine together in silence. I plugged in my headphones, ignoring him. It may be unsociable, but I really couldn't care less. We went straight to the study and started working. Mum came in and checked on us. Jamie had come to my house almost every day when we were together, and my mum grew fond of him. Not anymore though. "Oh, hello Jamie," she nodded sternly.
"Hello Mrs Banks." She exited the room, and that was the end of that. At about 6 Jamie collected his things together. "I know things weren't back to how they were before, but I enjoyed spending time with you," he said. As soon as I heard the front door close, I trudged up to my room and flopped on to my bed. Life is tough.
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I hadn't been on wattpad for ages. I checked my Niall Horan fanfic. 19.3k reads, 13.85k votes and 947 comments? That couldn't be right. I looked at the comments. "Amazing!" "Update NOW!:)" "So good!" What in the world had happened in the last few days? I didn't even think it was that good. And the English was awful, even though I attended a grammar school. I started writing a new chapter, smiling. Without my readers I probably wouldn't have carried on.
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The bullying was getting worse. Every day the populars would do something. Shoving my face in my locker when I was getting books out. Tripping me up deliberately when I walked past, so that I fell flat on my face in front of everyone. Picking up my school bag and emptying the whole contents on to a table in form time, and then choosing random objects to laugh at and make fun of. This didn't really happen to Amy anymore, because Ron was there to protect her. And they were always sharing headphones and listening to music, oblivious to the world around them. I guess I was jealous, I shouldn't be, I was really happy for Amy. But we always vowed that we would protect each other no matter what. Well, I was 14, old enough to look after myself. But it was beginning to get out of control.

Another bad chapter:/ basically just a filler but it will get better:)