* Angelica's Pov*
I woken up at like 5 bc my body and my stomach ached so much, all night long. I dragged myself and my waist length ebony colored hair to the bathroom to check up on my war wounds feeling queesy
I looked at my body and I looked at all of my bruises. there were everywhere! I even still had a itty bitty slap mark from Cameron (Cam).
i sighed and took a long shower. I used the same bubblegum shampoo i did before.. but it wasn't the same. Then when I rapped a towl on my weak and really sad body, I got on my favorite pair of skinny jeans that make my ass look nice and a black sweater with a heart on it. the black sweater with a heart symbolizes that even though I am weaker now, I still have a heart. unlike my tormentors.
I then changed into my clothes, got make up kit, but on some light mascara, and then went to breakfast and my dad got McDonalds so he got me eggs and pancakes and apple juice and hashbrowns from mcDonalds. I wasn't even hungry.
Then I went into my car, fresh from the Mechanic's warm hands... I got into my car and started to blast "We Cant Stop"!! I was singing my fav song so loudly! i don't even care who listening!
I finally made it to my ugly, slutty school. it was more like a prison than a school. "Nice ass!" a random dude said to me. I rolled my twinkling sapphirre mascraed eyes and ignored him. A couple of girls glared at me but I didnt notice.
Then I got my history books and went to class.
That class is torture! All of my bullies are in that class and worst of all, I sit in the midst of taylor and Matt, Cameron (Cam) Nash and Aaron all sit very close to me. but worst of all, Sammy isn't there to keep me strong! what will I do..
I suppose I walked in to the class and then tried to take a seat but then someone pushed the seat out of my butt area and then I fell on my butt!Every one was laughing at me. I went and sat back down And tried to choke up the tears. I wanted to punch the person who did this to me but I know that wouldn't do anything.
Then all of the guys started to bully me and I tried to ignore them and all of their hateful comments.
History was over and then so was art, the only class I have with just Sammy. Then It was lunch. I don't even know why I get lunch, I never even eat it.
I was grabbing the mashed potatoes I got from the cadeteria and gravy. Then I was walking back to the bathroom bcus remember? I am an loner? Then I was about to get to my door when someone tripped me I looked up to see taylor laughing his a** off with his friends.
I got up and got me tray and then someone took my tray and put my prized mashed pitstoes into my favorite black sweater with the heart on it!!
the person who did it was OF COURSE Nash and Nash started yelling "Fat Pig!" and then every single other one of ny peer started yelling " FAT Pig!"
All of the teachers were at a teachers meeting and all of the cafeteria ladies were deaf that they couldnt even hear. i started to cry and made my way to the bathroom.
I went into the stall and took off my black sweater with a heart on it and started to cry. I then took out a sharpie from my pocket and started to draw frown faces all over the stall walls and my arms. The frown faces represetned me.
I stopped crying because of the emmotional pain and bc my arm started to hurt.
I walked to the sinks that were too tall for me bcuz i am really short and thin and put back on my gravy tainted black sweater with a heart on it. I don't even CARE if it has gravy all over it, it symbolizes that even though my heart has gravy all over it, it is still there. also i didnt want anyone to see how broken i was inside from all of the sad faces.
Also when i took one step outside I felt me having a headache and then I collapsed !!