My Bully || Michael Clifford (on hold)

Chapter 1

Alex's P.O.V.

Another day in hell. Ugh I hate the sound of beeping waking me up at 7am almost every morning. I roll onto my other side with my eyes still closed and search for my phone with my hand to turn my alarm off. When I find it I swipe the screen to the right to stop the annoying noise and bring it close to my face to check if I have any messages. I don't know why I check; I never do, unless it's from my mum.

I drag myself out of bed and turn my fan heater on; it's always freezing in my room when I first wake up. I go into my bathroom and start running the shower, giving it a minute to warm up. When I'm convinced it's warm enough, I take off my pyjamas and step in the shower. I try to drag it on as long as possible in hope that I might miss the school bus but washing my hair and my body doesn't take long.

I was only in there for fifteen minutes but at least it gave my room enough time to heat up. I turn my heater off and rummage through my drawers for something to put on. At my old school in England we had to wear a uniform; black shoes - strictly no trainers, black trousers - no jeans and no skirts or shorts, a white blouse, a navy blue cardigan and a stupid black tie with blue and red stripes on it. It's really strange moving here though because we can wear whatever we want to school and I didn't realise how much easier it was to wear uniform because I actually knew what to wear!

After about 10 minutes I settled on my white converse, light denim shorts and a baggy white t-shirt that exposed one of my shoulders. It looked really hot outside today which was something else I wasn't used to. I've been here for about two months now so surely I should be used to it but I'm not.

Once I was confident on how my clothes looked, I walked over to the bedside table on the left of my bed, which is the one I keep all my makeup on because my water and stuff is on the other one, and applied some makeup. Just the usual; some concealer under my eyes, a light coat of mascara, a light brown eyeshadow to fill in my eyebrows.

I couldn't be bothered putting any effort into my hair so I just dried it even though it had practically dried anyway and then straightened it. I hate my hair. It's a light brown colour that weirdly matches my eyes. It's slightly wavy naturally but most of the time it just looks really flat and boring.

It's 7:45am now. I've got half an hour before the bus comes so I still have time to get some breakfast. I run downstairs to be greeted by my mum who is unusually happy.

"Good morning sweetie! Did you sleep alright? Would you like anything cooked for breakfast?" She asked me with a squeak in her voice. It was strange enough that she seemed happy in the morning let alone the fact she asked me if I wanted anything cooked for breakfast. She never cooks me breakfast.

"Erm I slept okay I guess. What put you in such a good mood?" I asked her raising my eyebrow.

"Well you know I've been searching for a full-time job for a while now," she started excitedly, "I think I've finally found a place! The hospital have been looking for new nursing staff and I think I'm going to apply! It's a good job my parents pushed me to do that medical course while I was in university!" She exclaimed. I couldn't believe it! The reason we moved here was because me and my mum to start fresh and the first thing she promised me was that she was going to get a proper job and get better income.

"Oh my god mum, that's amazing!" I said with a smile across my face as I skipped over to her and hugged her.

"I know but don't get you're hopes up too high yet, I still need to apply and then they might not even want me." She replied, pulling me away from her slightly. She pushed back some of my hair that had fallen in my face and looked down at me for a few seconds before turning back around and searching through the cupboards.

"It's fine mum, I'll just have some cereal. I'm not really that hungry anyway." I told her as I opened the cupboard next to the one she just opened and grabbed a box of Cheerios.

Once I finished my cereal I had 10 minutes before the bus was going to arrive. I'm later than I usually am, probably because I was chatting to mum. I ran back upstairs and grabbed my school bag before running back down and flying out the door. The bus stop was a couple of minutes walk but I managed to get there in under a minute by going some sort of half-walk half-jog thing that kind of involved a skip in between. I'm the only one who gets on my stop but I'm one of the last to be picked up so quite often I don't get a seat or if there is a seat next to someone they'll give me a dirty look as if to say 'don't sit there'.

I actually managed to get a seat today, some kids must be off today. The journey only lasts about 15 minutes but it always seems longer because I can hear all the other kids mumbling things under their breath and giggling which always makes me anxious because I think that they're talking about me which they probably are. I could just walk to school but for some reason I prefer getting the bus.

Once the bus finally arrived at the school I waited in my seat for everyone else to get off before I did or else I would just be shoved everywhere. I learnt that from experience. I walked straight through the doors and up to my first lesson which was drama. I hated drama but my mum made me take it because she said 'I'm too quiet and it might improve my confidence.' I don't even understand the written work and I refuse to do the acting because everyone just judges me and teases me.

We were doing written work today so that basically meant I got to have a whole period of doing nothing. Before I went to the classroom I stopped off at my locker. I was putting some of my book away when they were shoved to the ground. I didn't have to think twice about who must have done it. I looked up and sure enough. Michael was towering over me. I stepped back a few paces and was shoved forward. I turned my head and it was Luke standing behind me.

"Aw look at that Luke. She must have a crush on me, she's trying to cuddle me." Michael said patronisingly with a smirk on his face and his eyebrows raised. I stared at him, unable to speak.

"You got nothing to say? No apology? I mean you did just fall into me. Can you even speak? God you're so pathetic." He exclaimed as he placed his hand on my chest and pressed hard, shoving me into the lockers. They walked away laughing with each other and Michael high-five'd Luke as they left. That will have probably left a bruise on my chest but I'm late for class now so I couldn't be bothered checking.

"You okay? Do you need a hand?" A voice asked me. I looked at the floor next to me to find a pair of Vans. As I followed the figure up I found a boy next to me offering his hand to help me up so I took it.

"Thanks." I replied. I wasn't used to being talked to because no one likes me. I was about to walk away when he spoke again.

"I'm Calum by the way. What's your first class?"