Hello my awesome readers! I've decided to try something new and write a story for Eleanor. Sorry if it's a bit rushed, but I'm only planning on about 9 chapters for this.
They're all teenagers in this story.

"Seems I've crossed the line again,
For being nothing more than who I am."
~ "Bully" by Shinedown

*Fighting Ana*
Chapter One: Bullied Too Far

Fat.

Tubby.

Cow.

Ugly.

Those were just a few of the names Eleanor was called every day.

She always tried to ignore their hateful words, but lately she was reaching her breaking-point. It hurt horribly, and she wasn't sure if she could take it anymore. School was miserable, and she couldn't go one day without hearing the mean insults of her peers.

Eleanor made herself get out of bed, fighting the urge to go back and crawl under the blanket. No, Ellie, you can do this.

She put on her clothes and walked downstairs to the kitchen. Her sisters were already sitting at the table eating the breakfast Miss Miller had made. Pancakes, like usual, and Eleanor wished her guardian would be more creative.

She took her seat and started eating. She really didn't want it, as every bite reminded her of all the harsh comments she would receive later, but she forced the food down and went on about her morning.

"Gosh, Ellie! Don't eat so fast. It makes you look like a pig." Eleanor's heart sank at Brittany's words.

Pig. That was another one.

"Brittany!" Jeanette hissed. "That's rude!"

Brittany crossed her arms. "It's true!"

"No, it's okay, Jeanette. Brittany's just being a witch." Eleanor grabbed her duffel-bag, slung it over her shoulder and went to the front door. If only it was that easy to stand up to the real bullies. "I'll see you two at school."

x

Even though she hated History, it wasn't her worst subject in school.

She swiftly wrote down her notes, following the teachers every word. A paper, folded small like a football, flew across the room and landed on her desk. She glanced around the room to find who the culprit was, but everyone seemed to be minding their own business.

She unfolded the paper and looked over it. It read: No excuses for being overweight in the 21st century - You fat girls disappoint me.

Eleanor could hear snickers come from the far side of the room. She slammed the paper down on her desk and whipped around, causing the quiet laughs to stop. She huffed. Jerks.

She turned back around in her seat and began to write down notes again. Another paper football landed on her desk directly in front of her. She opened it, but this time, it said: Looks aren't everything, but in you're case, they aren't anything.

Eleanor put her face in her hands. Now it's jokes about her weight and her looks.

She sighed. How could this day possibly get any worse?

x

Eleanor put her English book away and shut her locker door. Her next class was P.E. She sighed. Here we go again...

Instead of going to the gym's locker room, she went to one of the school's bathrooms and went inside a stall.

Eleanor always hated the ladies' locker room. It was only one open room with lockers lined against the left wall, a bench on both sides of them, and a few shower heads with drains on the floor directly under them. There was no privacy at all.

She unzipped her bag and silently cursed. Eleanor had forgotten to bring her gym clothes home yesterday, so they were still in her locker in the ladies locker room.

Don't look at anyone, she told herself. Just get your clothes, change, and get out.

She pushed open the gym doors and anxiously made her way inside the locker room. Keeping her eyes glued to the floor, she passed by the girls who were already inside changing. She opened her locker and grabbed her gym clothes.

Maybe I could make it to the bathroom and change there again. Eleanor checked the clock on the wall; she had two minutes until class started. She already had one tardy from changing in the bathroom, and she couldn't risk getting another one.

Eleanor turned away from all of the other girls, who were chatting away as they changed, and slowly peeled off her shirt.

One of the girls snickered and whispered something that Eleanor couldn't make out. She ignored it and kept changing, quickly removing her bra and pulling her sports bra over her head.

"Fatty."

Ignore them, Ellie. She gulped and pulled off her skirt.

A basketball hit her in the back and knocked her to the floor. The other girls laughed, and one, who's name was Missy, snatched Eleanor's clothes from the bench.

"What are you going to do about it?" She chuckled.

Eleanor picked herself up from the floor and crossed her arms. She desperately wished that a teacher or adult would walk in and make the girls stop, but she knew that would never happen. It never did.

Eleanor stuck out her hand. "Give me my clothes." she ordered.

"Come on, ladies." a brunette laughed, "Let's get out of here."

No! Eleanor panicked.

She raced towards them, but they slammed the door in her face.

Then they left, leaving Eleanor alone in nothing but her underwear.

x

A towel was all Eleanor could find to wrap around herself for coverage.

She slowly opened the locker room door and peeked outside. She couldn't see anyone in the gym, which meant the coach probably had everyone go outside to run the track.

Maybe I have a chance at not being seen. Eleanor hoped, and slowly walked out of the locker room, letting the door shut behind her.

All she had to do was get to the front office without being seen, call Miss Miller to come to the school and get her, and wait it out. That's easy, right?

Not exactly.

"Hey, everyone! Look at Eleanor!"

Eleanor's eyes widened in shock and embarrassment. Her entire gym class had just walked in from the outside door, and they were all staring at her, laughing. Her towel was jerked from her body, leaving her half-naked in front of everyone.

A loud whistle made everyone stop immediately. Their coach had finally made it to where they were. He pushed past the students, took the towel from the student, and quickly gave it to Eleanor so she could cover herself.

He turned towards the class and shook his head. "You all should be ashamed of yourselves."

He lightly put his hand on Eleanor's back and guided her to the office.

Don't have me too much? I love Eleanor to death, but I just had to do this! D: I'm sorry. :c

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