Welcome to hell
"Abby get up it's time for school" yelled my mother up the stairs. I groaned and rolled over. Time for another day in hell.
My name is Abigail, but my friends and family call me Abby. I have average height and I have long black hair that is up to my waist, I normally never leave it open. Only on rare occasions do I leave it open. As you can guess I do NOT like school. I get bullied every single day by the schools most popular kid Shane Gray. He just randomly bullies someone but his most common victim is me. He wasn't always like this. There was a time when he was nice and caring but I guess that in time people change. It might be hard to believe but we used to be best friends since kindergarten. It was the first day of school for me and the teacher told us to colour. I had forgotten to bring mine so I took his. He got angry an started yelling at me. I don't know what happened after that but we jut clicked. The rest is pretty simple we got to middle school and he became a jock. He hung out with the other jocks all the time and just sort of forgot about me. Then he started bulling me. I didn't tell my parents anything because they are good friends with Denise and Paul Shane's parents.
Well I better get ready or I'll be late. I got up and opened my walk in closet deciding on what to wear today. I finally decided on dark blue skinny jeans with a cream halter top with an adorable 'sunrise' appliqué. I admit I was kind of a geek. I wore glasses and got good grades. But that wasn't a reason to bully me they had no reason they just liked to make fun of other people to make themselves feel better. I put on my high converse and walk downstairs to eat breakfast.
When I got to school I wasn't late but I wasn't early either. As I walked to my locker I prepared myself for a run in with Shane. And as suspected I was forcefully shoved to the floor, now who could that be of course its Shane. He grabbed my hair and pushed me against the lockers, This was a daily routine and I knew just what he wanted. I slid my hand in my messenger bag and got out my lunch money. I handed it to him. He had a smirk plastered on his face, I don't think I have seen his real smile for years. I sigh as he walks away. I wanted the old Shane back not this jerk my Shane the one who was a dork but a sweet dork even though I highly doubt that will happen. The day drags on and now there are only 2 minutes left. I wonder why Shane changed there has to be a reason someone doesn't jus change like that- was brought out of my thoughts by the bell. Well looks like I survived another day in hell.