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Chapter 15

* 6 days later *

Tonight, better said, in a couple of hours, it was the party at 5 Seconds of Summer's house. I was really looking forward to it, I needed a break from reality. Things at school were going worser than before tour, because since Alex and I 'broke up', she has been spreading numerous dreathful and horrible lies about me. People are calling me names again, looking at me as if I'm a filled garbage bag. All of a sudden Alex is best friends with those bitches, while she used to hate them as hell. I try not to care too much, but it's hard when you're all on your own all day.

Luckily my school day was over and I could go home. I took all of my stuff out of my locker and walked over to the parking lot, hoping that everyone would be gone already. The problem is that nobody knows what is really going on. Around my brother I fake a smile and tell him that I'm alright. It's important that he only thinks about himself, I'll figure it out on my own. For my friends I do the same. I fake a smile when we're skyping at night. The only person I want to tell is Austin, but he has been so busy lately that I barely have the chance to decently talk at him. The longest I've spoken to him since he has gone back home was 5 minutes. 5 minutes a day is not enough to tell him what's going on. Besides, I don't want him to unnecessarely worry.

I'm actually afraid to go to school in the morning. Almost every day I find a little note in my locker saying something threatening or really hurtful, making me afraid of what will follow later on that day. They're starting to get aggresive too. Last week they tackled me in the hallway, this week they they putted a flour bomb in my locker. My whole face was covered in the white powder and for a couple of minutes I couldn't see. Everyone was laughing at me, nobody did a slight effort to help me. I pretend not to care, but it's tearing me apart inside. Every night I come home and lock myself up in my bedroom. I tell James I'm doing my homework, but I'm actually crying. This is weighing very badly on me, my results are going in a downwards spiral. I even haven't got lust to eat anymore.

Today I had to walk home, because James still hasn't got his drivers licence back and I just missed the bus. Not that I mind, that 20 minute walk gave me enough time to think and cover things up. I invited Lori, Laura and Phoebe over to get ourselves ready for the party together and all leave at the same time. About 5 feet before I would reach my front door, I noticed some strange noises coming out of the bushes. I stopped, something I shouldn't have done. Sheila, Alex and their two other empty headed friends came from behind our neighbours bushes and started throwing things at me. With it landing on my body and head I noticed it were rotten eggs. It smelled like horrible and after the biggest shock was over I ran inside, leaving them laughing at me. I slammed the door and and broke down. I let my backpack fall on the floor, tears were floating down my cheaks and a cry escaped from my lips.

"- Hey pumpkin, you're ho-.... wow what happened?" My brother walked into the hall, followed by Lori, Laura and Phoebe, who had already arrived.

"- They were there. They were just hiding behind the bushes and they jumped and they started throwing eggs..." In between loud cries I managed to speak out these words.

"- I'm going after them." James his face looked like a thundercloud.

"- James, please, don't. Don't make it worser than it already is." I begged him. He couldn't do it. But he was unstoppable. He gently pushed me aside and opened the door, only seconds later back in.

"- They may praise lucky that they're already gone. Come on, go take a shower and wash it out. Afterwards you can tell us what happened."

I just nodded like a complete zombie and let James lead me upstairs. He went to find some clean clothes and laid them on my bed. I undressed myself and took a shower, washing my hair and body three times, to be sure that horrible smell was out. Half an hour later I walked downstairs to the living room, my eyes still red and puffy from all the crying.