“Go die!” a voice screeched.
“You’re so unworthy of living!” Another voice hollered.

I’m used to this kind of hatred. My name you may ask? Not important. What matters? Being hated on a regular basis. Nowhere to hide, nowhere to be alone, no one caring. My belongings are damaged, my heart is shattered. How? Bullies. Their horrendous minds tearing apart the brains of living children, words haunting them for the rest of their lives. My life has always been this way, nor will it change. It doesn’t matter what I wear, how I act, how long it took me to do my hair or makeup, how many efforts it took me to cover up my scars and heartbreaks.

My parents are drinkers, and abusers. Like I said, nowhere to be alone, nowhere to hide, they’ll always come after you no matter what.

My school day always consisted of my books being thrown, my belongings broken, names called, heart ripped apart and glued back together. It’s nothing new. No one helps me, usually just stares or laughs along with the crowd so they don’t get hurt as well. In high school, school is a living hell. Imagine being the laughing target of the school year. No one has the gut to help others, everyone else is afraid anyway so there’s no use to anything else but to hope everything will stop. The pain, the heartache, the scars, the abuse, everything.

I often thought about suicide but I’ve always been too terrified to put the effort in more pain. Instead, I allow myself to rot in living hell.

However, one day changed my life forever.

It all started on a regular school day routine, arriving to school with words falling to me like tiny water droplets spraying from Niagara Falls. Followed by arriving to my locker and gathering my books before walking zombie-like towards my first class, Spanish.

Usually on my way there, presciently as I turn the corner, a group of girls and boys knock my books down and let them fall to the floor, not caring if it hits my foot or the wall or another person, which when it does... rewards me with a deathful glare. I crouched down to collect my books and allowed students to walk over me and stand on my back as if I were a step-stool. But this time, I went to grab my folder but a hand grabbed it first. At the first moment, I thought it was going to be thrown at me again. But instead, the mysterious hand grabbed my notebook and handed it to me. I didn't get to see much detail in the face or anything, but all I saw were brown curly locks that seemed to have eyes underneath them, resting. The eyes were hazel and glowing with nervousness and an expression I couldn't read.

The mysterious curly-locked haired boy vanished within a second, vanishing into the door of a classroom. I walked up and hurried to my next class. The boy somewhat made me feel something different that I haven't felt in a long time ... and that feeling is joy.

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After class, I just about ran to the door where the boy vanished, in hope that I'd see him and thank him. Glares were exchanged towards me as other students fled the classroom. The curly haired boy slowly walked out of the classroom, a reward of exchanging smiles. I began to walk away from him after whispering a "thank you" but no words escaped my lips.

"Hey! Wait up!" a voice yelled. I turned around to see the curly haired boy running after me. His voice was deep and filled with compassion. The corner of my lips brought up to create a smile. "I'm Harry," the curly haired boy began. I nodded, words still unable to escape my lips. "I helped you because I saw you get beat up a lot and there needs to be a change in this." he continued. Again, I only nodded. "I heard your name before, so you don't need to tell me, Amber... right?" Again, only nodding.

"Amber, please talk to me." He whispered, stopping in my tracks. "I really want to help you with this. I was bullied too, then I told someonel . Please do that for me. "
"Fine," I managed to whisper
"Thank you, now let's get you to your next class." he said, smiling.

He gently grabbed my hand and we walked towards our next class. We turned the corner to Algebra, his hand never letting go of mine. He walked into the classroom with me and sat next to me, "You did know we have the same class, right?" he giggled. I paused for a moment, realizing his statement is true before smiling and giggling in return. "Yeah," I said. "You're the cute guy who always sits in the back of the class!" I giggled then pausing, realizing what I just said. His eyes widened before softening up and giggling again.

"How would you like to have a date with me, Amber?" He asked, his eyes showing the shape of hearts. I smiled and nodded. "It's a date."

Notes

HEY EVERYONE ! Sorry I was grounded -- I promise I'm planning on uploading more soon !!

ILYSM !
(I know this ending is bad, but I tried my best)