Hi everyone! I'm back! I will probably post a couple of chapters or a chapter every week. Please R&R! Thanks!
Disclaimer: I do not own The Ugly Duckling, or House of Anubis.
Nina's POV
I hate myself. I'm the ugliest girl in the world. I have messy blonde hair, pimples everywhere on my face, the most hideous body ever, and terrible fashion sense. I'm clumsy, dumb, and I don't have a single friend a except for Mara who's nice to everyone. Amber and Patricia were Joy slaves. They did everything she wanted. They were perfect next to Joy of course. Ugh, Joy. I hate that girl! The first semester was horrible even when she wasn't here but now I can't even stand going out of my room-The attic. Nobody wanted to room with me except for Mara, of course but she also shared with Amber and I knew she would make my life even worse if I roomed with her. The worst thing of all was that I had lost Fabian. Before Joy came back he was my best friend. He was always there for me but when Joy came he completely abandoned me and started dating Joy. The rest of the boys were his little gang that beat me up every day. I can't believe Gran had sent me here. I wanted to run away but I had nowhere to go. Over the summer Gran had died and my parents were dead. I even wanted to be dead right now.
The next day, at 5 AM I threw on my uniform, grabbed a granola bar, and headed out the door. I sit on the bench outside my school for 2 hours because I never want to see any of my whole day was the usual teasing which wasn't too bad until lunch. When I just got my spaghetti and meatballs Patricia slammed her lunch on me and I dropped mine. I didn't have anymore money for lunch and I was starving.
"Oh little Nina, so sad and pathetic. And that shirt of yours? Where'd you find it? The garbage can?" Joy commented smirking.
All her friends laughed while I ran out of the cafeteria. Wrong move. Fabian and his group were waiting for me. They punched, kicked, and beat me every way they could. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore! I ran back to the house as fast as I could and called Aunt Carla. I was moving to Florida.