Bullied

 

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Chapter 1

    Everyone has a story and this is mine. I am 16 and get bullied everyday of my life. I try to stand up for myself, I really do. But, everyone is ruthless just because I am gay. My mom loves me and that's enough to keep me going through the day. I have to work on top of going to school so I can help with rent and groceries. My mom is a single parent that works at a supermarket in town. I work at a local bookstore where I would spend most of my time anyway,

    "Skylar!" my mom called from outside of my small bedroom.

    "I'm up, Mom!" I called back as I looked at my messy looking appearance in the mirror.

    My hair was ruffled in a somewhat spiky way, my faded jeans were ripped at the knees, my shirt was wrinkled, and my shoes looked like I had just ran through a mud puddle. I laughed at my appearance and threw on my jacket that looked somewhat decent. I ran to the living room and kissed my mom's forehead before leaving to the bus stop. I ducked my head in hopes that I could, at least, wait for everything to start when I got to school. Today wasn't my lucky day.

    "Hey, Faggot!" Brett, the school asshole, yelled and his words rang in my ears.

    I just kept my head down and stopped walking. I heard his feet get closer and the chatter of people echoing through my ears.

    "Come on, Brett, hit him already." John, Brett's best friend, called and I sucked in a breath as Brett listened to his friend.

    I grabbed my stomach and my knees wobbled.

    "Awe, does the fag not like to be hit?" Brett whined and punched me again.

    I felt like all of the air in my lungs had left and I was about to die, I fell to the ground when the bus pulled up. I grabbed for air, like that would help. The bus waits as I drag my weak body off of the cold pavement. I stomp up the stairs and sit at the front, my hood securely on my head. I lean my head on the window and close my eyes. I see the school not minutes later and a frown places itself onto my lips. I stand and notice I forgot my bag. Today is just great! I storm off of the bus only to be caught by Brett. He takes me inside, to the boys bathroom, and shoves me against one of the stalls.

    "Faggot, why don't you punch me?" he asks, giving me a free shot to his face, I don't do anything. "Pussy." he mumbles before punching me in the face.

    My eye burns and I go to favor it, but he punches me again. I gasp out a small bit and he chuckles. How does he get satisfaction out of this?!? My body quivers as he hits me in the stomach.

    "Please." I beg, out of breath.

    "He speaks!" Brett says surprisingly. "And please what?" he asks with a devious smirk.

    "Please, stop." I said louder than before,

    The bell rings and he moves away from me.

    "We're not done here." he says and fixes himself up before leaving.

    A tear leaves my eye and I quickly wipe it away.

    "Suck it up, dumbass!" I yell to myself.

    I look at myself in the mirror and I grimace. I look worse than before, if that's possible. My eye was already turning a purplish color and I touched it. I flinched and ran a hand through my hair. I look myself into the eyes. My piercing blue eyes stared back at myself in disgust,

    "Skylar Wilson, please report to the principals office. Again, Skylar Wilson, to the principals office," the intercom spoke and I groaned.

    My feet trudged to the office and I smiled ant Lisa, the office lady, before entering the door marked 'Principal Welles.'

    "Hi, Skylar." he spoke as I entered.

    "Principal Welles." I replied and sat at a chair in front of his desk.

    "I have noticed a recent fall from classes. You are always the top in your class. What has changed?" he asks and he leaned forwards, his hands folded on top of the desk, his eyes boring into mine, and his body was leaning in an aggressive way. I felt uncomfortable.

    "Things have come up and I had to get a job." I spoke weakly and shifted in my seat.

    "A job shouldn't distract you from school, Sky." he spoke and I scrunched my eyebrows at my nickname.

    "It's Skylar and I just don't find interest in school anymore." I spoke the small lie and sulked back into the chair, hoping he wouldn't notice my nervous fidgeting.

    "When does Skylar not take interest in school." he spoke in disbelief.  I rolled my eyes and tapped my fingers on the arm of the chair. He sighed and sat back. now just fidgeting with his hands on his desk. "If this continues we will call your mom." he said and my eyes widened. 

    "I'll do better, I promise."

He nodded and waved me off to my class. Lisa gave me a late slip and I roamed the halls until I was ready to go to class. As I entered I handed the teacher the slip and I rushed to my seat, right next to Brett. He smirked at me and I took in a breath.

    "Hi, Faggot." he said in a whisper.

    "Hi, Brett." I mumbled back and he dug his nail into my leg.

    I wanted to scream and get him into trouble, but I knew that would only make things worse. He smirked as I bit my tongue in agony. I tasted the metallic taste of blood as my tongue bled. I stopped biting my tongue and he stopped digging his nail into my leg.

    "Do you like when I do that?" Bretty asked. knowing I would say no. Who liked torture? "Come on, Fag, you have to like me." Brett said.

    Brett never got turned down and he hated when I showed no interest in him. Who would like someone who bullies them?!?

    "Brett, leave me alone." I groan and the teacher, Mr. Crouse, glared daggers at me.

    "Do you want a lunch detention, Mr. Wilson?" Mr. Crouse spoke and the class laughed.

    "I bet he would because he would be alone with you!" A girl yelled and anger boiled inside of me.

    "Enough!" I yelled and the class looked at me.

    My cheeks were flaming so I ran out of class. That was embarrassing. The bell for second was about to ring anyway so it didn't really matter. As if on cue the bell rang and the halls filled with noisy teenagers. I ducked away from everyone and just rushed to my art class. I entered and walked up to Mrs. Lea.

    "Hi, Skylar." she spoke sweetly.

    "I forgot my artbook at home." I said and sighed.

    "Use my extra." she spoke and handed me it.

    "Thank you!" I said and hugged her.

    "It was no problem. Now sit." she said and I let her go, sitting in my assigned seat at the very front.

    She spoke about us having to draw what's on the inside of ourselves instead of a self-portrait which we always did, I gulped because what was on the inside wasn't any better, probably worse, than what was on the outside. I opened the sketchbook and started drawing a boy siting in a bathroom, darkness surrounded him, a blade sat next to him, the word faggot sprawled above his head, and the boy wore a sad sulking look. Mrs. Lea looked over my shoulder, she loved my work. I heard her sigh before walking to talk to another kid. A tear escaped my eye as I thought of my past. All the memories hit me at once and tears streamed down my cheeks and some hit the paper.

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Chapter 2

       Art was over in a flash and Mrs. Lea stopped me before I had the chance to leave.
   

       "Skylar, we need to have a quick conversation." Mrs. Lea's smile wasn't as confident.

       "About?" I ask and slide her art book back onto her desk.

       "Your drawing." she says sweetly.

       "What about it?" I ask with a worried look in my eyes.

       "Well... What's going on?" she asks and scans my face. "What happened to you eye?!" she gasped.
    
       "I fell?" I say and she knew I was lying.

       "What really happened?" she asks and I sigh.

       "Someone thought it would be funny to hit me." I say and look at the ground, tears fall on my cheeks.

       "Who hit you?" she asks sweetly.

       "No one. Why did you hold me after class." I ask and rub my left hand over my right arm.

       "I think you need to see a counselor," she said and I shook my head. "It'd be every Wednesday and Friday during fourth period.
    
      "I don't need a counselor." I say and exit her classroom quickly.
        
      I felt myself being dragged into the bathroom, the grip was something I knew too well.
    
    " I told you we weren't done." Brett said and shoved me against the staff bathroom wall.

    I took a deep breath waiting for him to punch me, but he never did. He just locked the door and sat on the ground next to my legs.

    "How do you do it?" he asks and looks up at me with his piercing emerald green eyes.

    "Do what?" I ask, my voice weak.

    "You came out to the whole school, lost all your friends, and lost your dad," he started and tears streamed don my face. "But I can't even admit to myself how fucking adorable you look today." he whispered out.

    My eyes widened and I sat next to him. He turned to me and I saw tears in his eyes and my heart clenched. He wiped away my tears and offered me a small smile. My heart seemed to beat faster and faster as his eyes flicked to my lips. He started to lean in and I closed my eyes. Our lips collided and he just sat there for a few seconds before he moved his lips against mine. I swear I felt sparks. My hands went to his waist and that must've make him come back to reality because he pulled away from me quickly.

"I knew you had a crush on me you stupid faggot!" he hissed and my heart shattered.

He scrambled up and unlocked the door. He turned back to me and I saw a slight frown cross his lips as he saw me almost in tears, but that soon faded into a smirk. A few minutes after he left I got the courage to stand and slowly go to the end of third period.

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After school I hurried to the local bookstore and my boss smiled sweetly at me.

"Hey, Skylar." she whispered and pat my shoulder.

I nodded to her and took her place at the desk. My eyes were on the computer when a person cleared their throat. I looked up and my mouth gaped.

"M-Mathew?" I asked and he looked at me confused.

"Sky?" he asked and I nodded, a smile appearing on his face. "It's been so long." he whispered and placed a book onto the counter.

"Only a year." I mumbled and smiled.

His blond hair was a mess on top of his head, his brown eyes scanned over me, and his pink plump lips were smiling at me. He was way more attractive. College has done good things for this boy.

"A year is a long time, sweetie." he said and reached over the desk to run a hand through my hair, a blush appeared on my cheeks.

"I missed you." I mumbled and I smiled at him.

"I missed you too." he said and winked at me.

I giggled and rung his book up. I put it in a bag and handed it to him, his hand brushed mine and my heart sped up like it did earlier today with Brett. I took my hand away quickly and blushed a deep shade of red.

"Maybe we could hang out sometime?" I asked and he nodded.

"Friday, Cracked Mug, 10:30." he said and I nodded.

He hurried off and I sighed. I missed him. I dated him a year ago before he went off to college and we both made the decision to break up.

Work went on with me ringing up a few books every hour before I finally got off work so I could go home and curl up in my bed. Then I remembered that I had to cook dinner for my mom and that made me bolt home.

Once I was inside I was breathing heavily. I saw my mom watching TV and she smiled, I smiled back. I hurried to the kitchen and started to cook. I found some hamburger and a few vegetables in the fridge so I made tacos. Once dinner was done we didn't have much left in the cupboards or the fridge and I knew all my paycheck was going to groceries. I placed my moms plate and mine down on the coffee table in the living room. My mom started to dig in and I just slowly eat.

"How was school?" she asked, not noticing my eye.

"It was amazing." I said with a fake smile.

"That's good honey." she said and I nodded.

"How was work?" I asked.

"It was as good as always." she muttered and I nodded.

"So..." I trailed off.

After I was done eating I did dishes. I went to my room and stripped to my boxers. I curled into my bed and thought over everything that had happened today, Brett giving me a black eye, Brett kissing me, and Mathew. I soon fell asleep as I thought about the kiss more intently.

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Cassandra Rodriguez

You really need to update this. It's amazing. I would encourage you to update more.

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