Texting My Bully

"Hey, loser" I would know that voice form anywhere. It was Harry Styles my bully. I was almost home free. Today was the last day of my senior year. I thought I could escape him for one day, but fate had other plans.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, slut." He grabs my jaw and turns me toward him sorry" I croak, terrified.

"You think just because it's the last day of school I'm going let you go. I don't thin-"He was interrupted by his mates. They told him his mother was waiting for them outside.

"Bye, loser" he says slapping me. I crumble to the ground .I hate Harry Styles, I hate my life.