A/N: This chapter's gonna be a bit boring since it's the introduction kinda, so bear with me guys! <3
How I got my nickname, huh?
Well, let me tell ya..
I..never liked crowds, or just people in general, evrytimes I tried talking to someone, they'd either get scared and run away, or laugh at me.
So I decided not to try anymore.
When I got into high school, a lot of students tried to get through to me.
Tho..when they'd invite me to a hangout, I'd always decline.
I started of saying I couldn't because I had to help my mom, or something like that,
Eventually it just got to, I'd rather stay home.
They understood that, luckily.
And they agreed to just hang out with me in school.
They kinda slipped away, they thought that I always were angry, then sad, so on.
And they just couldn't handle my, emotion-swings anymore.
They got into the popular crowd, how had been picking on me for over a year now, then they found the nickname.."Glicthy" to be perfect for me...
Gee, wonder why.
They'd always yell, "Glitchy" at me when I walked by.
Most of the time, I'd try to act tough and give them the dead stare, tho, I couldn't always control my emotions as told, so, I'd also start crying...
That, was exactly what they wanted, they laugh at me for like 10 minutes before leaving.
The teachers didn't like me either..
They'd always yell at me for talking back to them, or that I was to silly in class, or vilent towards against other students.
I got to the head techer's office really really often.
I honestly don't know why I wasn't kicked out.
As i became older my control of emotions became worse, and so did the bullying.
They would follow me, and sometimes beat me up, when we were alone.
I didn't tell anyone.
Not even my parents.
The first time I came back home with bruises all over I just said I feel down the stairs, they.. believed me.
The teachers didn't really care about the bruises, so that's just perfect for me.
One time they threw a stone and me and it hit me right in the eye.
That my parents niticed of course,
They rushed me to the hospital, and the doctors started asking how it happened.
I stayed silent for a couple hours, before telling them everything.
They told me I wasn't gonna be able to see colors on my left eye, and that it had changed from (E/C) to (New/E/C)
I didn't mind at first.
I then thought about how many people probably would pick me even more with two different colored eyes.
I decided to get on of those hospital eye patch-thingies, to cover it up.
I had to stay home a few days.
I didn't mind at all.
When I came back to school everything immediately got back to normal except, now everyone would ask why I had that eye patch on, and if I could take it off.
I would always answer no,
but of course they wouldn't take no for an answer.
They jumped me, held me down, and ripped the eye patch of me.
They said it was gross and I was a freak.
I ripped the eye patch from them and ran back home.
I put the eye patch on before telling my mom what happend.
She was furious.
And told me I was gonna move school soon.
She took with me the next day to check me out of the school.
On our way to the head teacher office, I got a lot of stares from the bullies *cough cough* everyone..
I just stared back.
It was time for everyone to leave now. So my mom and I walked outside to her car, everyone is standing outside and still watching me.
Before we drove off, I looked at them and smiled.
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