So This is my new story. This is inspired by my life. Enjoy

That was it those last words, everything, Nothing was the same ever. They had driven her to this. They would use her, They would make her believe she wasn't loved. Every day was a stuggle. She would comtemplate it everyday, Was life really worth living if this is what happened multiple times a day. It hurt her, She used to not let it bother her. It didn't used to be this bad.

As she walked into the classroom she saw her was already there. Laughing with his friends.

"Hey Granger, friends ditch you again"

"No"

"Where are they Granger,Don't wan't to be friends with a mudblood anymore"

She knew his words were not all that bad, but they had began to hurt more and more everyday. She could never tell anybody, her friends weren't that type of people. She felt Alone. Hermione ignored him, trying not to let him get to her.

"Ignoring me now Granger, too afriad to say anything back?" He taunted in a mocking voice.

"Just leave me alone Malfoy"

Malfoy just laughed at her. "see I knew she was too afriad to say anything back." Malfoy told his friends "Worthless little Mudblood" Malfoy laughed.

Hermione shook her head, trying even harder not to pay any attention to Malfoy. This wasn't the worst of it. He had hurt her more, She didn't want to tell anybody. Her friend back before she had gone to school had told the headmaster and nobody liked her anymore. She had been going through the same thing Hermione was now. Nobody liked her friend or talked to her. They would steal her thing and hide them.

Hermione rubbed her eye. "Something wrong?" Harry asked her.

"Oh what? No just tired, Didn't sleep well" She relplied as she watched Malfoy still laughing with his friends.

"Is Malfoy bothering you again."

"No, Everythings fine" Hermione replied.

"You can tell me if somethings wrong, you know that right?" Harry asked.

"Yeah Alright, I will" Hermione smiled. She Knew she couldn't tell him, nobody liked friends who always needed attention or who needed help. She didn't want to bother her friends with silly little thing like this. She would get through it. Things could only get better right?

My life is the inpiration for all the tragedies that i enjoy writing. Bye!