Existing

Chapter 1

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️Chapter 1

The snow crunched under my sneakers as I strolled to hell. Otherwise known as school.

"For fuck sakes," I whispered to myself, as the cold wind whipped, slamming into my body, causing be to shiver. I had hated this weather as soon as the first snow flake hit the ground. But I was grateful I didn't have to impress anyone by wearing skimpy clothing, that I would be freezing my ass off in. That was something the teens who 'popular' or more 'socialized' people would have to do. At least at this school. The only person I needed to impress was myself.

I glanced up and saw my reflection in one of the many huge windows, eyes shinning.
I wasn't exactly what you call purebred popular. I had a petit frame, but I was far from skinny, I had a little tummy and no thigh gap. With blue eyes, once blonde hair, now dyed fire truck red. I had wanted to stand out, not blend into the crowd. But the hair only somewhat made a difference. Today I was bundled up in my favourite leather jacket that I wore everyday, a gray scarf and some black skinnys.
I classified myself as pretty average. I mean I wasn't ugly, I think.

I finally reached the concrete staircase that led up to the double glass doors, nearly slipping twice and falling on my ass on the ice.
I gripped the door handle and swung it open, feeling a wave of artificial heat blow my hair back over my shoulders and warming my chilled body.

"Wait the hell up Juliette!" My best friend, Alice, hollered from behind me. "We are not that late, calm your tits," and by that she meant we were extremely late. This was an example typical Alice behaviour.

Me and Alice had been friends for years and been though so much shit together. We were best friends since the age of eight and we were now 16.  And she just so happened to be my ride for school.

We strolled down the locker filled hallways in silence, our shoes clacking obnoxiously against the tiled floors. Drawing to much attention for my liking. Me and Alice parted ways as I strided up to my locker, typing in the  combination I had been doing periodically since the year had started. School was hell. I imagine  every teenager said that. But it was true, you had homework, popularity status to keep in check, and the mundane idiots you had to be around everyday, of course, were a pain in my ass.

I was suddenly knocked out of my thoughts when I felt a harsh shove on my shoulder, causing the whole of my body to slam painfully against the lockers beside mine, holding me there. My cheek pressed against the cool metal of the lockers. I turned my head around to see faded green hair, a Sex Pistols band top with a classic red flannel thrown over and skinny jeans, Michael Clifford. And here he was cackling at my discomfort.

"Stop it Michael," I gritted out, he had continued to chuckle. 'Fuck it' I thought. I was fed up and pissed off. The fact he had the nerve and audacity to treat me like this, I couldn't comprehend his thought process. And I was already about to miss my first period of class. I had places to be.  "Michael, do you want Alice to hear about this little episode?" I spat out. I cheered myself mentally happy I had finally stood up for myself.
One Juliette, zero Michael.

His green, harsh eyes flared with dark anger as he clenched his fist, yanked his arm back, I mentally  prepared myself for the hit, my body tensed and recoiled into the lockers.
The punch hit me spare in the jaw, the familiar feeling of numbness set in. I gripped my jaw and a few tears slipped free from my eyes, my knees buckled. Then there came the pain, hitting me like a train. Michael let his arm fall to his side, his jaw went slack and regret filled his eyes. But I knew Michael would never apologize, he wouldn't damage his pride. He glared at me once again and strutted away. I sank to the cool, tiled, floor slowly and hugged my knees to my chest.