To understand why I am treated as a slave at school and constantly use as a punching bag, you would have to go all the way back to 5th grade. It was the year I was a normal kid, living a normal life, in a normal house, with normal friends.
Of course that didn't last.
I remember it clearly like it happened yesterday. I was walking back from my best friend, Alexander's house after our usual movie marathon, expecting my mom and dad to be cooking dinner like every single time. What I wasn't expecting was to find my house surrounded by police cars and an ambulance. The worst part was seeing the two body bags.
The police told me how a robbery had taken place. That he had killed my parents when he saw them sleeping on the couch. Our neighbors, the Anderson's had heard the gun shots and called the cops immediately. When they got there they saw him looting their bedroom and captured him.
What haunts me the most was when they brought him outside. He had a wide grin on his face and was looking directly at me. The police pushed him in the car, but even when they told him to get moving, he still had the same smile that read "I don't regret it." I vomited right after.
The next thing I knew, I was living with my grandma and was attending my parents' funeral. That night I cried myself to sleep wondering, why this had to happen to me.
If you think things got better your mistaken, it went from bad to worse
When kids found out that both my parents died, they started bullying me. Everyone who I consider my friend would call me an orphan and say I should have die too. Instead of picking on me like everyone else did, Alexander helped bring my spirits up. He would land into detention for fights that happened because of me.
Everyone knew not to bully me, knowing Alexander would be there. When things started looking up, I knew something bad was bound to happen, what I didn't expect was it to be about Alexander. Halfway into 8th grade Alexander moved away, no note or goodbye.
I was devastated that my only friend was gone.
When people saw that no one would defend me, they started bullying me again.
In freshmen year, after finding out I was smart, they started stealing my homework. When I didn't give it to them they would punch and kick me, leaving me with bruises. I tried to fight back, but all it did was make them upset causing me to suffer more. The adults turned a blind eye, not caring when the students did it in front of them.
In the end I knew no one would save me.
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Well that's the first chapter. The next chapter will start in the present, where she'll be a Junior in high school.
BTW- Updates will be completely random until I figure out a schedule.
Sorry for all the grammar errors. >_<
~ ❤Orange Juice❤
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