The second you realize.

[Prolouge]

*Flashback*

I walked into the classroom to find my friends Laura, Sarah and Viola sitting on the table. I headed across the room, but stopped when I heard my name. I listened interested in the conversation between Laura, Sarah and Viola. I couldn't believe how they talked about me when I wasn't there. I put down my bag, and a loud sound was heard in the room. Three pairs of eyes turned to me. They ran over to me, but I couldn't care less about them right now.

They tried holding me back by my arm, but all my practice had payed of. They wasn't even half as strong as me. I calmed down a bit before I walked back to the class. My teacher Mr. Virgilson, Who by the way loved Sarah, was furious with me.

“Alayna Windslock” he said in a loud formal voice, “Why are you late?”

“Sorry Mr. Virgilson” I said quietly, “it won't happen again.”

“I hope not” he replied, “Find your seat”

I found my seat and of course it was in the back next to Viola.

“What the hell, Alayna” she hissed at me.

“What?” I replied in the same voice as she spoke to me in.

“Your little stunt” She hissed.

“You really don't know!” I screamed.

“No!” she yelled back.

I stood up, and pushed my chair out. I turned strait to the door, and began walking against it. Quick and focused.

*End of flashback

I had left the class speechless that day. It was the first time I ever yelled at Viola. But now it is just a miracle if a week pass, without a fight between me and either Viola, Sarah or Laura. It's almost impossible to picture us walking down the road smiling and laughing together.

I'm sad it had to end this way, but I can't stand when people are lying to me. And do you know what the worst is. It wasn't one or two times. It was everyday for fucking seven years.

What couldn't they do to somebody, who wasn't their friend. What they have done to me seams to be so easy. Now I'm alone all the time. They rule the entire class, and nobody stand up against them. Except me. But I think I'm a exception in everything.

People is afraid to be seen with me. If they does they will just end like me. As the victim.

I make my life seem so bad in this description. But seriously. It isn't that bad. I may not have real parents or friends, but I'm not somebody who just want your sympathy. I may feel a bit sorry for myself. And sometimes it's killing me slowly from the inside out. But something repair it every time. It's the small good things in life you begin to notice. That's what helps me through life.

It's now three months ago since my life was torn into pieces. Ever since that day, people have been treated me differently. They don't speak to me at all unless they really have to, and if I fall they will just laugh at me. When I walk into the classroom I receive lots of evil glares from all of my classmates.

            It seems like I can pray forever, without a single change. Just like in the fall.

                                                     It never stops raining.

[A/N] This story is based on a felling, I had for a long time. So the persons is also based on real people. Of course this story is nothing like my life at all. But it's where my inspiration is from. The chapters might not be super long, but I try to write about 2000 words. I don't have any update pattern. So I update when I have time. If you have questions about anything, you are very welcome to write them in the comments, or in a private massage. Please let me know what you think of my story.

Lots of love.

Camilla...