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Chapter 1

 I woke up to the sound of pebbles hitting my window. Each and every day a few kids would gather around my house to torment me even as I slept. It took a while to get used to the sound of pebbles and rocks hitting your window, but It did. I walked over to the window to see the same crowd as every other day standing there. They all laughed at me, it was probably because of my bed head. 

I had stopped caring a couple months ago, but it still hurt every time they did something. When the incident first happened, I was a wreck. Every day these kids would come up to me and say mean things or even hit me. I was put into many counseling. The first few months, I felt like just dying would be good. Just letting go, just leaving the world would put me to peace. I tried a lot, but I’d always crack right near the end and it never happened. 

I had realized that I had been standing near the window for much too long. Everyone was already leaving to go to school. I groaned just thinking about it. I lived alone most of the times except the times when my mother bothered to show up. Once my mother had known about the incident, she left me. I always wondered if she would show up and apologize and just be my mother again. I laughed at myself when that thought came into my mind. My mother, and coming back? HA. As if. 

I opened my closet and skimmed through it. Why even bother looking good? No one would care anyways, and my clothes would get dirty too. I picked out an oversized beige sweat shirt and grey tights. I pulled them on and then put on some beige boots. Right after, I tied my hair into a ponytail and examined myself. 

My hair was a velvety-red, my eyes were brown and my skin color was pretty light. I never paid much attention to my looks anymore. Yeah back then, I used to spend 2 hours getting ready for school. I mentally face-palmed myself at the thought of that. I tried so hard to get others acceptance, when all I really needed, was my own acceptance. Sighing, I ran down the stairs and grabbed a granola bar, than popped it into my mouth. 

If this was earlier, I probably would've drove to school, but 'somehow' my car had just 'stopped working', so now I can't. Note the sarcasm please. And for those of you not understanding, a bunch of idiots cut the brakes of my car.

As I stepped out of my house, I nearly slipped when my boots touched something. I wrinkled my nose when I smelled it. "Dog shit." I whispered, trying not to breathe it in. I groaned loudly and ran into my house, throwing off my boots and spraying the whole house with air freshener. 

I grabbed a different pair of boots and this time, carefully, left the house. I kept my eyes on the ground the whole time, surveying the grounds for anymore, unpleasant surprises, and to avoid eye-contact. When I first started high school, my hair was brunette and I had way too much make up on my face. After the incident, I dyed my hair a velvety-red color and decided to stop relying on my appearance so much. But that didn't change the fact that everyone still hated me. 

I tried to keep my cool as I walked past people glaring at me, throwing stuff at me, talking about me. I sniffled and swallowed back tears. Why I was like this? I don't know. I got this type of treatment every day, yet I never got used to it. You could never get used to something like this. 

The bell indicating that 1st period had started interrupted my thoughts. I power walked to my locker, quickly putting in my combination. Tons of hurtful letters came out, I sighed and shoved them back in, getting my books. I shut the locker door as I stood up. Right as I was about to walk away, my body clashed with someone else’s', causing my books to fly everywhere. 

I tried to avoid as much eye contact as I could as I muttered 'sorry', but of course, that didn't stop the nitwit. "No, it's my fault, I’m a bit clumsy." spoke a beautiful British accent and that nitwit comment was way out of my head. When I heard his voice, I looked up, surprised. I saw a tall guy with brown hair and brown eyes. I was dumbfounded with by his good looks. For a moment, I just stared at him, until I heard someone clear their throat behind us. 

I looked back and saw Mr. Jackson standing there, glaring at us, well, mostly me, but eh. You could always count on good 'old Jackson to ruin the moment. "I believe I’ll be seeing you two in Saturday detention, now get to class!" He said in a stern voice after handing us two passes. I groaned and hit my head on my binder.

"I'm sorry, that was my entire fault." I began to speak. 

"Don't worry; I didn't have any plans on Saturday." Once again, his accent made me swoon. I sighed and nodded. "See you then." I mumbled and began to walk away. Then quickly turned back around, "Oh and if you know what’s best for you, you probably wouldn't want to be seen with me." I said, leaving out the reason, why. 

"Um, no offense, but I don't think you’re the one to judge what is best for me or not. So, I’ll leave that decision up to me." He winked and walked off. I tried my best to be angry at him, but I just couldn't. I didn't know if it was because he was really hot or that he didn't hate me. He had  to be new if he didn't know me, but when he did, he would hate me just like the others. 

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I'm writing Chapter 2 right now.
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