Hey guys! This is my second fan fic, so plz review! If u like this fan fic, check out my first story: The Amazing Adventures of Katherine A Pryde! Thanx for reading!:)
I can't choose how you see me.
People call me dumb, stupid, that-hideous-bitch, and bastard. All the time. I have no friends, almost no family, and no reason to live. But I do, everyday. I have to live in this cruel world for days, just to hang on and find friends. Not like I will.
My name is Melinda May, I'm 15 and I go to S.H.I.E.L.D. academy. I'm As an, and that's probably why everybody makes fun of me. What a cruel world. Anyway..
I was sitting on my bed I'm my dorm when someone knocked on the door. "Hi. I'm Phil Coulson, your new bunk mate!" A teen about 16 with black hair and stepped in the room with a suitcase. "Sorry for the short notice."
"Thats ok," I mumbled, putting my homework down. He walked over and put his stuff on his bed, closing his eyes.
"So... what are you here for?" He asked.
"Field agent."
"Me to! Wow! We're gonna be best friends!" He smiled, sitting down next to me.
"Yeah.." I stated dryly, laughing.
"I love your laugh. It's cute."
"Thanks." I almost smiled for the first time in years. Almost. This wasn't going to be as bad as I thought.
Two Days Later...
The pushed me against the locker, my back sore. "No one likes you," They said. "Everyone hates you, and you should die so you can see that no one will care. See you in hell, Melbitchda!" They ran away, laughing and shouting insults at me. Maybe I was ment...to die.
A lump formed in my throat as I pushed the knife to it. Tears ran down my cheeks. I gripped the knife and a trickle but blood ran down my neck and onto my black shirt. Just as I pulled back my hand to ram it into my neck, a hand grabbed the knife and wrapped his hand around mine. It was warm and soft.
"Don't." Phil whispered voice filled with emission.
"But I have nothing to live for." I said, as he touched my hair.
"You have me."
"Well..."
"And I need you." He had tears in his eyes.
"I'll stay. For you." He hugged my tight, and I felt like staying there forever. And for one minute, he was my home.
This is what it feels like to get bullied. DONT BULLY! Be a friend.