REALITY

My name.... what is my name?

Someone came up to me during lunch they didn't look familiar but he still approached. "Hello dirt bag what's the helping today" he said in a deep voice. That was his nickname for me, my real name is Anna. I'm not going to go on with my whole life story but I will tell you that I'm not the most popular person in school. I get picked on a lot. People say I'm weird but I just think of it as.... out of place.

What he meant by "helping" he meant what I was going to get. He decided to give a helping of punches today.

I was used to it. I never knew any of these people's names. They didn't want me to know.

He was very satisfied with the amount of bruising that was on my arm. I covered it up with my jacket so no one would notice. I always carry around a pink velvet zip up jacket, who knows when I could get my helping if the day.

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Sitting in history class I felt something hit the back of my head. It was a crumpled up piece of white lined paper. I didn't dare open it so I just left it there. Then another one came toward my head, then another. Finally I picked one of the notes up it said...

Meet me behind the bleachers at the football field.

I looked around. No one seemed to be out of the blue that I could notice. The same boring old history teacher sitting at the front of the class doing nothing. Desks in rows lined up perfectly in the blue squares. All the people that still hate me.

Yep everything seemed normal.

I went to pick up one of the other notes when I saw the shoes of someone. I looked up slowly and realized that I should keep my head down.

It was the bully from lunch. I could fully see him now. He has flawless skin, red hair, dark brown eyes. He was a hard person to miss considering the red hair and how beefy he was. He bent down and picked up the note that I was grabbing for and opened it up.

Meet me behind the bleachers.

"Aww someone has a crush on this dush- bag. Come on Feds up who is it." He was so determined to find out so he could bully someone else. It kind of made me feel relived because that meant he wouldn't be all over me all the time. I also feel very scared for who ever threw that note because he would get helpings worse than mine.

**on my way to the bleachers**

I could have sworn that something was following me. I kept looking back but found nothing. Was I going crazy I asked myself. I bolted the rest of the way.

I held the note tight in my left hand. As I got closer I could see a figure and knew it was the right bleachers. I was almost there when something stopped me. I turned around slowly this time to see that disgusting buoy I saw in the lunch room. Normally a bully doesn't show there face to me so I wouldn't go and tell. But this time it was different, he was showing his red hair and brown eyes. He slowly said." My ... name... is..." he paused and I was thinking was this all a trap.

Continue reading to find out the boys name.

Sorry guys for not updating blindness I've kind of abandoned it. Hope you enjoy this new book I have so many more coming.