Bully
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*3 years ago*
I walk into my new school. I clutch my books close to my body and quickly walk to my locker, keeping my head down.
I open the locker door and throw my books in. It was the middle of the year so everyone was in their groups, i had no friends. i was the lonely American...
"Hey there baby." A boy with dark curls says, leaning his hand on my locker door, closing it. I jump at the loud sound.
"Hi.." i practically whisper.
"I'm Harry." i thought his actions were friendly until his hand pushed on my shoulder and slammed me hard to the metal lockers, a lock digging into my spine.
I whine in pain.
"You're new right?" he asks, knowing the answer, "Listen. Here's the deal, i do what i want when i want. YOU do as i say." his instructions are clear. I nod weakly.
He chuckles and walks away.
*3 Years later. Now!*
I was 13 when that happened...now I'm 16 and it's all the same.
I walk to my locker and twist the combinations numbers.
I grab my science books.
I hate science, i have it with Harry...
The thought of him makes me sick, but good thing is i always sit on the far side of the room away from him.
I walk through the halls, shoulders hitting mine, nearly knocking my books to the ground. I wish i had a friend to defend me...
"Class! I have arranged a new seating chart." The class sighs and she calls out our names to the seats.
"Ms. Jackson!" the teacher says irritated, "For the 3rd time, here is your new seat." she points to the seat next to a blonde boy and a curly haired one.
I sit and look at the floor.
"Hey, little whore." Harry says, I look at the floor until the blonde one rubs my leg and i slap it away.
"You were right Hazza, she's feisty little slut." his Irish accent says and i hold in my tears.
"Can't you just leave me alone?" i whisper.
They chuckle both deeply.
"You have asked that for 3 years..." Harry says, running his fingers from my plaid, unbuttoned shirt, pulling it down, playing with the bra strap.
I flinch and run out of class, leaving the teacher and two boys with the rest of the class.
My legs collapse under me and i lay my head against a wall, crying hard.
it will never end.
I walk into my new school. I clutch my books close to my body and quickly walk to my locker, keeping my head down.
I open the locker door and throw my books in. It was the middle of the year so everyone was in their groups, i had no friends. i was the lonely American...
"Hey there baby." A boy with dark curls says, leaning his hand on my locker door, closing it. I jump at the loud sound.
"Hi.." i practically whisper.
"I'm Harry." i thought his actions were friendly until his hand pushed on my shoulder and slammed me hard to the metal lockers, a lock digging into my spine.
I whine in pain.
"You're new right?" he asks, knowing the answer, "Listen. Here's the deal, i do what i want when i want. YOU do as i say." his instructions are clear. I nod weakly.
He chuckles and walks away.
*3 Years later. Now!*
I was 13 when that happened...now I'm 16 and it's all the same.
I walk to my locker and twist the combinations numbers.
I grab my science books.
I hate science, i have it with Harry...
The thought of him makes me sick, but good thing is i always sit on the far side of the room away from him.
I walk through the halls, shoulders hitting mine, nearly knocking my books to the ground. I wish i had a friend to defend me...
"Class! I have arranged a new seating chart." The class sighs and she calls out our names to the seats.
"Ms. Jackson!" the teacher says irritated, "For the 3rd time, here is your new seat." she points to the seat next to a blonde boy and a curly haired one.
I sit and look at the floor.
"Hey, little whore." Harry says, I look at the floor until the blonde one rubs my leg and i slap it away.
"You were right Hazza, she's feisty little slut." his Irish accent says and i hold in my tears.
"Can't you just leave me alone?" i whisper.
They chuckle both deeply.
"You have asked that for 3 years..." Harry says, running his fingers from my plaid, unbuttoned shirt, pulling it down, playing with the bra strap.
I flinch and run out of class, leaving the teacher and two boys with the rest of the class.
My legs collapse under me and i lay my head against a wall, crying hard.
it will never end.
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1/26/14