Abandoned

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Questions And Answers

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The kids at school were mean to her,

They called her nasty names,

The kids at school abandoned her,

Left her out all their games,

The kids at school hurt her,

With each cruel word they spoke,

The kids at school were so unloving,

They slowly stole her hope,

The kids at school were so unkind,

They put her through unbearable hell,

The kids at school gave up on her,

So she gave up on herself...

There, my English homework.

Write a poem you can relate to.

I can relate to this poem in more ways than one. I've been bulled since nursery, life is like a living hell for me, and I've pretty much given up on myself. Not meaning I'm going to kill myself or anything. Gosh, most of the time live doesn't seem worth living, but I couldn't do that do my family. They've been through enough without me adding to the burden.

So anyway, school now, time to start hell. I stepped out of the car and waved to my mum, slamming the door shut. I used to take the bus, but the experience was so horrible its mentally scarred me for life, and I don't ever want to relive it. I tried to slip into the classroom without getting noticed, but no such luck.

"Where do you think your going?" That familiar snobby cheerleader type of voice popped out of nowhere like it always does. Samantha.

"Class." I mumbled, staring at my converses.

"Did you do my homework?" She asked. I nodded, pulling out a smooth sheet out of my bag, and handing it to her. She read over it quickly, half way through the door.

"This is so going to get my an A." She smiled wickedly, shook her bouncy blond curls back and strolled into class.

"Okay guys, new term, new starts and new partners!" Called out Miss Larkin, one of my favorite teachers.

"Come up to me and I'll tell you your new seat!" I trudged up to her, my gaze locked to the floor like it always is, bag swinging across my shoulder rapidly.

"Miley, your new partner is Nick Jonas." I nodded, mumbling a thanks, and walked over to our adjoining table. Nick isn't the best partner, but he isn't the worst either. He's Samantha's boyfriend and hangs out with all of them but he doesn't join in, you know, traumatizing me, so I guess thats a good thing.

"Take your seats please!" Miss Larkin's strong voice echoed through the small room, electric black hair cascading down to her shoulders. Everyone scrambled to their seats and opened up their text books, well apart from Nick.

"I forgot my text book, can I share with you?" He whispered, slipping into her seat. I nodded, moving it into the middle so he could see. I opened up my class book and scribbled down the date and title, underlining slowly and deeply yo pass the time.

"Homework out please!" Miss Larkin called out, as Samantha sent me an evil look from across. I looked down, avoiding her gaze, and fumbled about in my bag, pulling out a crumpled sheet of paper with my homework scribbled on. I noticed Nick peering over, eyes darting up and down.

"Hey, thats really good." He smiled, pointing at my poem. Honestly, I was taken aback. First he hadn't snatched it out of my hands and read it like anyone else would have done. And secondly, he didn't diss it, again like anyone else would have done.

"Thanks." My lips curved into a smile, returning his, as I looked back down at my sheet. Up close, Nick is even better looking, but I don't want to fall for him. Oh wait, too late for that, I've already fell for him. A guy like him would never like a girl me. And up against a girl like Samantha, I would never stand a chance. She's a cheerleader, she wears tiny dresses and heels, and she's most popular girl in year ten. I just wear converses, cutoffs, and t-shirts, and most people in the school hate me.

"Miley, impressive poem." Complimented Miss Larkin, scribbling on a grade. A+, awesome.

"Nick, equally impressive, another A+." My head shot up at the sound of this, full of surprise. He grinned when he saw my expression.

"Yeah, I know, not many people know I'm smart, but I am."

"And modest." I added under my breath, not meant for him to hear.

"Yeah, I've been told that." He chuckled, opening up his book. Now he's really nice compared to his friends. If any of them had heard they would have come up with something really cutting to drive me to tears. I don't like self pity, but sometimes I do it without noticing. Thats just me, so get used to it.

"Thanks to your nerdness, I got an A+." Samantha strolled over, smiling maliciously. She flicked my ear, then spotted Nick next to me.

"Nicky!" She squealed, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey Sam." He smiled, but strangely it looked fake, put on if you know what I mean.

"Samantha, back in your seat, I'm giving out homework." Miss Larkin pressed a sheet into Samantha's hands.

"Don't forget my homework." She stuffed it in my bag and strolled back to her seat.

"Why do you let her push you around like that?" He demanded as soon as she was out of sight.

"What?" I was taken aback again by this boy. Why did he care? He had the easy life, why bother with me to make it harder.

"Samantha, homework."

"You think I have a choice?" I asked bitterly.

"Then why don't you do something about it? Tell your parents." He said.

"Everyone hates me enough with me giving them an actual reason to hate me." I said, wanting to move on from this stupid subject.

"I don't hate you." He said. What was wrong with him? Why go against all of his friends and his girlfriend.

"One doesn't make a difference." I shrugged, instead of saying what was really on my mind.

"So you like being bullied?" He asked.

"I don't like it, but I don't have the guts to fix it either." The bell rang and I grabbed my bad, glad to be escaping this. Nick has way too many questions for my liking. He called after me after I rushed out, but I pretended I didn't hear him. He's really nice, and I'm not used to that.

I slowed down my pace and trudged into Spanish, only to find they're both in this class with me.

"Miley!" Samantha called me over. I may sound like a total wimp, but I was terrified.

"Next time Nick tells you to wait, DO IT!" She spat into my face.

"While your working on that, don't you think that tops on a little too tight? Try getting a bigger number." She said maliciously. I looked down self consciously, tears pricking my eyes.

"I'm sorry." Nick whispered into my ear as Samantha dragged him off. I wiped away a tear that trickled down and took a seat on my own. No surprise there.

"Hi, I'm Cassie, I'm new here, do you mind if I sit here?" I looked up and saw a friendly looking girl, with straight light brown hair cascading down her back, shiny golden skin, and piercing blue eyes.

"Sure." I smiled, my eyes darting up and down. She was incredibly pretty. I'm sure as soon as she meets Samantha she'll never sit with me again.

"I love your outfit." She gushed, looking me up and down.

"Really?" I asked in surprise.

"Yeah, Its gorgeous. I know I seem like the slut type, like those girls." She nodded In Samantha's direction.

"But I hate clothes like that, I like dressing more casual, like you." She smiled warmly.

"I'm Miley." Wow, this day is going pretty good. It would have been perfect if Samantha wasn't here, but no such luck in that category.

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Hellloooo!!!!

Do you know what my BIGGEST worry is ???

That I'll go mental out of boredom after the summer hollies

and end up in a mental hospital in sweden!!!

I HATE Sweden...

Its toooo.... random ... :P

I feel so freaking random right now...

Anyway...

Sorry its short, but I was busy with three stories

so there probably won't be many long chapters coming out

till AFTER summer hols

Apologies...x

Love you alll....

Peace

Love

Jonas

xxx

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