Not So Innocent Crush

Prologue

What I see when I look into my mirror is a face, a plain, ordinary, nothing special face, my nose that ends in an upwards slope, my all too thin lips that never catches anyones eyes, my Hazel coloured eyes that have specks of green and a splash of red in them, true that my eyes are my best feature. My hair is frizzy and it always has been, no matter how many times I straighten it, it never relents, its beyond curly, sometimes I can get ringlets after a bath, which some have called nice, cute even.

But I am nothing special, I can be referred to as a plain Jane. My life has its ups and downs, though most of it is downs, never was very popular in school. At most I had five girl friends, maybe had a couple friends who were guys, but other than that I was pretty much invisible, at least in a friendly or amicable way.

No, I wasn't popular, not even close. What is popularity anyway? I mean lots of things were said about me in school, mostly because of my home situation. You see, I grew up in Foster care, with two of my siblings, and a Foster, foster sibling. It was never easy growing up, in fact it was strenuous, at times it was like world war siblings.

Popularity for me wasn't even within my reach, all I wanted, all I ever wanted was my Mother, though the kids at school called me Tracey Beaker, because of my home life, I acted like it didn't bother me, but on the inside I was wishing and begging for death, I didn't want to live in a world so harsh.

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I got bullied so badly in Reepham high school that I went home, if you can call it home that is, every night and bawled my eyes out, not pretty crying either, there was snot everywhere. There was one guy in particular that had it out for me, Dean. To say he was the spawn of Satan seems more like a compliment, it hardly covers what he was like.
On my very first day at Reepham, in one of my classes, I think it was homeroom but it could have been English or something, I had to sit next to him, there was quite a few students in that small classroom, I wished that I could have had a space to myself at the back of the class.
So there I was, sitting next to Dean with my books out, both for the class and my personal books for drawing and writing things to keep me calm and in control-ish. All of a sudden I dropped my pen and it landed in between our chairs, so I tried to get it without disturbing the class, I held on to the seat of the chair with one hand inched the chair back a little and did my best to contort my body so I wouldn't get too close to him.
Then he raised his hand as if to ask a question and the teacher said "Yes Mr Francis?"
To which he responded with something like "She's trying to suck my cock"
To say I was mortified is an understatement, the teacher had a go at me while the rest of the class laughed. The teacher sent me to the back of the class. I gathered my things, tucked my chair in and then grabbed my pencil before I ran out of class.
There were shelves all over the school so I climbed one and tucked myself into the top shelf, not wanting to go back and face any kind of ridicule.