'you fat ugly bitch' one girl shouted nastily.
her cronies sniggered and gathered around, blocking my exit.
'no one will ever like you. you are worse than shit on my prada shoe.' the first girl taughnted.
'dont say such nasty things,' one girl butted in.
i looked up hopefully.
'she might slit her wrists if you do!'
they all burst out laughing.
i stood there feeling angry, humiliated and weak.
one of the girls held out a pair of scissors out to me.
'come on. do it. get it over with,'she taughnted, holding the scissos closer to me.
i tried to work it out. i had never done anything to her. not even said hello.
i knew that they were just picking on me because i was different but it still got to me. i knew what they were saying was lies but it still hurt.
tears began to well in my eyes.
'you fucking bitch!' i screamed. 'you think your better than everyone dont you?'i spat.
scissor girl stared openly at me.
'why dont you show them the scars on your arms and legs?' i asked. 'thats is why you were long tops and trousers isnt it?'
the other girls stared opened mouthed.
scissor girl stood there looking at me, gulping like a fish.
i pushed past them and out into a desserted hall.
tears blurred my vision and rolled down my face. i wiped them away furiously.
i quickly gathered myself, turned off my emotions, and ran down the front steps.
he stood there waiting for me.
his eyes met mine, his face became a picture of worry and i broke.
i ran to him, not caring anymore.
he drew me into his arms and held me close.
'its ok' he murmured into my hair. 'im here now.'
i sobbed gently against him.
a few minutres later my tears had subsided.
he let go ogg me gently.
i looked up at him, into his concerned eyes.
i gave him a weak smile.
'come on, lets get you hoe. then we will talk.' he said taking my hand and leading me to his car.
i got into the passengers seat and shivered silently.
he looked over at me and then shrugged off his jacket and placed it around my shoulders.
i smiled a small grateful smile.
then we drove in silence, both lost in our thoughts.

we pulled up outside his house, we got out of the car and walked inside.
i sat on the sofa in the lounge as he made us drinks.
he handed me a warm mug of tea, as he sat next to me.
'it was those girls again wasn't it?' he asked gently.
i nooded staring into my mug of tea.
'what happend this time?'
i eplained everything that had happened. what they had said. i felt guilty for what i had said about scissor girl, i knew her weakness and i had exposed it. i knew that she only hung around with the preps so that she would not be the brunt of their evilness. but i only felt a bit guilt after what they put me through everyday.
the constant taugnting and humiliation drags you down in the end.
he was silent, i knew that he was pissed off. i could feel it in the way that his body was tense. i could feel the anger, pain, worry and sadness.
i lokked up at him.
'its ok,' i said. 'being here with you makes it better'

a few hours later, i was laying in bed with his arms protectively around me. i closed my eyes and drifted.
i woke in a cold sweat.
'its ok' he said. 'it was just a bad dream.'
he held me close his warm body warming my cold one.
'thank you' i murmured. 'your always here for me'
'its ok' he said. ' i love you it is what i am meant to do'
my breath caught in my throat.
'i love you too,' i replied smiling. i kissed him gently before curling up and going to sleep.

you see the point to my story is that no matter what you say, no matter how many times you try to destroy me or destroy my confidence, i will still keep coming back.
because when you go home at night, your mask slips, your a nobody.
ok im not saying that you might not be rich , you may well be, but at the end of the day you are more miserable leading your life than i will ever be.
i may not be rich, but im happy.
i may not be popular but im friends are true.
i may not be good looking, but people like me for me.

bullies are false. their friends are false. their lives out side of their houses are false because they are just trying to escape what they areally feel. they find it easier to take it out on you or me, instead of face their demons inside.
you only pick on me because you are so unhappy with your lives and your self.
but each night i go to bed smiling.
i have a bigger prize, happiness, someone to love and someone who loves me.
AND WHAT DO YOU HAVE AGAIN?

-to be continued-

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