Hey everyone! I know I haven't updated any of my other stories in quite a while, but I've been stuck on where I'm going with the plots. So anyways I thought I would reward you with another story. Anyways hope you enjoy it.
I don't own anything but the plot and a few characters.
I see him walking down the halls, head high with his million dollar smile greeting the girls he passes. I watch as the girls swoon and sometimes faint. I watch him behind my locker hidden from him, afraid if he saw me I'd die right then and there. I watch as he passes me, laughing at whatever his friend had said. I watch him until he disappears out the doors. I sigh to myself as I have yet again failed at overcoming my fear and letting myself look into those gorgeous eyes of his.
Even though I know he won't fall for me, I still hope. Hope that one day he'll see past my appearance and fall in love with me. But each day it's the same thing. My love grows stronger while my confidence weakens. I walk with my head down, without a smile. I walk fast to every class afraid I'll have to face him.
I was walking down the hall toward my class when I'm pushed to the ground by Chelsea. Chelsea and I used to be best friends back in the 5th grade, but then she turned on me and told the whole school all my secrets. My secrets consisted of embarrassing, yet frightening moments, but they were also my dreams. Dreams of the future, dreams of my past and dreams of the present.
"Why isn't it Little-miss-mute." Chelsea taunted walking around me as I was picking up my fallen books and papers, ignoring her completely. She then grabbed my hair pulling me upward and slamming me into a locker. I could feel the tears prickling my eyes, but I wasn't about to give her that satisfaction. I could tell she was getting frustrated, but that quickly ended as soon as she realized we were gaining a crowd.
"Well then, I think we need to teach mute a lesson." She said smiling evily.
The next thing I know, my hair is being shut in a locker, and my hands and feet being tied up so I couldn't resist. I then couldn't stop the tears flowing down my cheeks as she punches and kicks me. After many, many minutes of torture the bell has rung signaling 1st hour is about to begin. My hair is still caught in the locker and I can't move, but instead of crying I let my words calm me down.
He hid behind his lunchbox
Everyday at that bus-stop
Where some big ole boys got their kicks
Kickin' him 'round
He was scared as hell of that Recess Bill
That grey ground was more like a battlefield
And he knew he'd get himself killed
If he didn't back down
With black in his eye and blood in his mouth
On the way home, all he thought about
Is we could've been team-mates, we could've been friends
You could've made a difference, you could've stepped in
If you didn't like me, you should've just let me be
But no... you had to pick on me
She heard them laughin' 'bout the way she looked
In the hallway at the high-school she hid behind her books
Everyday in that lunch-room, she wouldn't eat a thing
She stared in that mirror, hatin' what she'd see
Tryin' to be pretty became a disease
She was killin' herself, just dyin' to fit in
The diary she kept underneath her bed
Hid all those words, that she never said
We could've been sisters, cheerin' at the games
We could've gone to prom, shared the same limousine
If you didn't like me, you should've just let me be
But no... you had to pick on me
It's time to make a stand, take responsibility
Cause it's gotten outta hand
There should never have to be
Another child's headstone
That might as well read...
You had to pick on me
Yeah, you had to pick on me
After I calmed down, I fell into a black night. Maybe even a black hole, I don't care just somewhere away from here.
However what she didn't know was someone was watching her.
How was that chapter? Anyways I don't own You had to pick on me by Matt Kennon. That's all enjoy the rest of your day! Reviews are also welcomed!
~MickeyMouseR5AA