The Bully Book

Samantha's POV

a week later...

Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!

"Ughhh... Shut up." i mumble at the birds as i bury my face into the pillow.

It's morning again. Another day i have to face. Don't know how much more of this torture i can take.

I sit up, rub my eyes, and walk to the bathroom. I bend down toward the faucet and splash my face with water. i try not to look in the mirror as i reach for the towel, but i do.

I look terrible. my stringy blond hair, my way too bright eyes, the bags under my eyes are getting out of control, and i look miserable. so, i force a smile into the mirror.

"Okay, Samantha Virgo. err.. maybe, today will be a better day..?" My claim, comes out like a question. as if to prove that im not sure of myself. I sigh, and leave the bathroom.

I  dress in loose sweats and and a navy colored long sleeves. grab my hoodie, and my bag.

my breakfast is on the table, my mom's already been long gone.

skip breakfast. it's a better choice. i tell myself.

i hurriedly dump the contents into the trash bin and carefully cover them up with paper towels. then i run to the door, slip on my sneakers and close the door behind me.

 im running, thinking about whats going to happen if im late again, when i collide into someone.

i fall onto the ground and see white spots. i blink them away. i look to my right to see a boy who looks familiar. he's already on his feet, when he notices me.

"oh.. I'm sorry... I didnt mean to.. I was just hurrying to get to school. Guess i wasnt looking where i was going" he gives a nervous chuckle, and offers me a hand.

I hesitate thinking it might be a trick. It's been a long time since someone besides Kaity has been nice to me. The thought gets to me, so i just ignore his open hand and stand up.

I brush myself off and respond back, "Im fine."

"Are you sure you're not hur-"

"Look, i've really got to get going. so ill talk to you some other time. bye." i say my last words to him and start running again.

As i turn the corner, i see him walking the same direction as me. He's following behind me. i turn around and face him again

"Okay, what is your problem?"

"huh? what do you mean?" he had a puzzled look on his face.

"i mean, why are you following me?" I was starting to get frustrated by the way he was acting. i mean, cant a guy even be truthful?

"Following..? no. no. I'm not following. i'm going to school."

"School? the only school in this direction is Everwood High School"

"Everwood? Yeah. Thats my school" he laughs.

"oh.. sorry.." I can feel my face turning red. and i lower my head back down. and start walking away as fast as i can. If he goes to my school, i guess it makes sense why he looks familiar, but this is really bad for me.. more gossip isnt going to make my highschool life any better.

'Dont look back, dont look back...' i murmur to myself as i walk faster. But of course, my curiousity gets the best of me and i turn back to see how far i got from him.

I turn around to see he's only 5 paces away. sigh, a fast walker. well, this sucks, it's not like my life could get any worse than this..

I dont care if he now knows im trying to get away from him. I pick up my pace and run. By the time im in front of the school, im out of breath, and worse, theres only 15 mintues left in first period. i rush into the classroom, and take my seat. i already hear the soft whispers spreading.