The victims story:
This is my story. The story of how I had been bullied. The bullying stopped, but it taunts me everyday because I am always reminded of what that bully did. And I will never forget because it is still with me. And there is never a cure for what she did. I will be telling you everything. From the first day of school, to the day IT happened.
My name is Tori Vega. I'm now seventeen and this is my bully story.
Flashback:
It was my first day at John Heather boarding school for girls. A high school for girls. Where I would learn how to be a lady, blah blah blah! I got out of the limousine my parents said that I could have, but I don't want. And by the limousine dropping me off, yes you probably guessed it, I'm rich. You have to be to go to this private school. But I don't wanna be rich. I don't want any of this. I am always with a butler or a nanny. I can never be a normal girl. I walked out of the limousine with my bags and suitcases in hand.
I was sent by my parents, who only cared about my untalented sister Trina. They think she's talented, but she isn't. She's a good for nothing... Anyway, I walked through the entrance doors. The girls were so sophisticated looking and beautiful. Some people were there, but I guessed that most of them would be asleep. I don't think I could meet up to there standards.
I checked my guide book. In the book, there was a little slip that had a piece of paper that told me my dorm number. I checked to make sure, yes 772. Number 772. How many floors did this place have?! And even worse, How many students?!
I shaked off that thought and started walking to the elevator.
It was around eight at night. I was tired from the seven hour ride here. But I slowly trudged up the stairs, not bothering to use the elevator. When I got up, i reached into my pocket for the key to the room, then I realized I had dropped my key on the way up. I groaned.
"Open up!" I called, banging on the door.
I heard footsteps then a unlock. The door opened. A girl with long blonde curly hair and pretty eyes opened up. She was in a pink tank top and white pyjama pants. She yawned and stretched.
"What?" She said.
I jumped back, startled by her behaviour. I hesitated then I replied.
"I'm Tori Vega, your new roommate" I said.
"There must be some sort of mistake, I already have another roommate, Spencer Hathaway, so I don't need another" She shook her head "Sorry".
She was about to close the door, but before she did I stuck my foot in the gap. She opened the door back up. She gave me an angry look.
"I am tired, cold, my arms feel like their about to fall off, and I feel rejected by my parents and family, so just let me through that door" I said sharply.
"Feisty! I like it, come on in. I'm Emma, Emma Gardener. Welcome to the rejected club" she let's me in.
I set my bags down on the empty bed. she goes back to her bed. There was silence and I assumed that she fell asleep.
"You know" she starts.
I jump back. I turn around to see her sitting on her bed.
"You startled me!" I exclaim. She just shrugged and continues.
"You know, we haven't gotten a new student in a while. I'm glad we get some new faces. I'll give you some more tips about this place in the mourning" she starts to snuggle back under the covers.
"Wait!" I say.
She sits back up.
"What about the other girl? Spencer, where is she?" I ask.
"Don't tell anyone" Emma whispers, "but she is across the street at the boarding high school for boys to see her secret boyfriend".
I nod and go back to unpacking.
"Also, her brother, Beck, lives there. Now don't ask me anymore questions. I want some sleep" she is now sleeping. I change into my pyjamas and crawl under the covers. Wondering what my first day would be like...