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Hey guys, new story!

This picture is what I think of as Emily! ^^

Read the author's note at the bottom for more info!

Enjoy,

-Kay

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I stormed into my house, with tears rolling down my face. Why did they hate me? Why did they feel the need to remind me that I'm not perfect?

Thank god my parents or little sister aren't home, I'm really not in a mood to explain my situation to them.

I throw my backpack across the room, and let out a frustrated groan. I brought my hands up to my temples, and massaged them. I felt more tears began stream down my face, taking my mascara with it.

My phone buzzed from next to me, indicating I had a text message. I wiped my nose, and slowly picked up my phone.

Lise:
sometimes you just shouldn't listen to what they have to say about you, Em. Their words mean nothing, you just need to get that through your head

I quickly typed her number in, and sent a reply.

Me:
it isn't always easy, Lise. You don't understand the hell I go through everyday. You don't go through what I do. You're perfect, skinny, beautiful, smart, amazing, and I'm the opposite. I don't understand why they hate me, and bully me, but I just have to deal with it, don't I?

I didn't even notice I was crying again until a tear dropped onto my phone screen.

I got up from the counter, and I ran up my stairs. As soon as I was in my room, I closed the door, and fell onto my bed in a crying mess.

Ever since I started high school, a big group of girls and boys would make fun of me. Put notes in my locker, write disgusting words or phrases on my school books, and just harass me. They even took it to the internet.

Sometimes, I just don't know why I stay in this world. This screwed up world.

My phone vibrated again.

Unknown:
Who are you?

Me:
Sorry, wrong number

Unknown:
Are you okay?

Me:
Yes.

Me:
No.

Unknown:
Look, those people mean nothing. I'm sure you're just as amazing and beautiful as your friend is

Me:
For all you know, I could be a 50 year old creeper lady

Unknown:
I'm sure 50 year old creeper ladies don't go through what you're going through, mystery girl

Me:
True dat. And btw my name's Emily

Unknown:
I'm Luke, nice to meet you Emily

Me:
Technically it's 'nice to text you' bc we aren't actually meeting

Luke:
Whatever lol

Me:
I feel like I know you for some reason

Luke:
A lot of people know me

Me:
Okay?

Me:
Okay, I have to go to hell in the morning, but thank you for talking to me

Luke:
Yeah it's 3am here in Aus

Me:
Aus as in Australia?

Luke:
Yupppp

Me:
I've always wanted to go there

Luke:
I'm about to leave for LA though, I'll definatley miss it

Me:
I would too. Okay bye bye Lukey Poo

Lukey Poo:
You better not have changed my name to that

Me:
Oh but I did

Lukey Poo:
Whatevs Assy Emmy

Me:
Anddddd you changed my name to that

Lukey Poo:
Correct Assy Emmy

Me:
Goodnight, Lukey Poo

Lukey Poo:
Goodnight, Assy Emmy have a good day tomorrow

Me:
Thank you, you too byeeeee

Lukey Poo:
Byeeeeeeeeeee

I set my phone down, and plugged it in. I laid flat on my bed, and stared up at the ceiling, smiling. Smiling like a complete idiot.

I felt like I almost knew him, but I knew it was just a weird feeling. If I knew him, he'd probably have my Facebook or my phone number.

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Hey guys! So I really enjoy reading this type of stories, and I thought that I'd write one!

Comment your thoughts, and follow me for updates and other stories! Also vote if you enjoy reading!

-Kay

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