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The day must have been the longest school day in history because it was only lunch. I sighed as I took a seat at an empty table which would originally be occupied by Zayn. The cafeteria was packed and loud as it always was. I took a bite of my sandwich, only to have been stopped by something that caught my eye. I stared over to a table a few spots beside me. A group of people were huddled behind a tall and mean looking girl who was standing, facing another girl. The tall girl was obvious to have been the leader of the group. The girl who seemed to have been being bullied looked sad. Soon, her sadness was flushed by anger. She pushed back the mean looking girl and she collapsed to the floor. The group gasped. It didn't take a second before I recognized that the the girl who pushed the other girl down was Ashley. Ashley had a tone of regret in her eyes and I could tell she was now scared. Soon enough the girl got up from the ground and practically threw herself at Ashley. Ashley was defenseless and let herself bleed. Her nose was squirting out in a rapid speed and she now had a bruise on her neck. The mystery bully laughed and along did her group/

Now what had this reminded me about? Ashley and I last year, of course. Only this time Ashley was the one hurt. I watched as Ashley fell to the floor and was in fits of tears. I looked around the cafeteria and not a single person was going to make an effort and comforting her. What had society come to? My limbs carried me to the scene and I stood in front of the bully more confident than I felt. The girl was at least a foot taller than me. I'm not just saying that because i am short in the first place, but because she truly was a giant. That, and her face was splashed with makeup. She could've been the more aggressive version of Ashley last year.

"Whats your problem?" I shot at her. I was trying to sound fierce. The group stopped laughing and the girl stepped up, making me look up.

"And who might you be?" She scolded. I felt like running off but I came back to the reason why I was there.

I was tired of people bullying. Yes, I was used to it all. But in an odd way, it hurt more when others got bullied than myself.

"I might just ask the same." I said.

"I'm Mandy, and I run this school now." She stated in a harsh way. I definitely knew this girl wasn't from here before, but she seemed to act as if she has been doing this at our school for years.

I looked at her group and I realized that Ashley's boyfriend and the rest of her gang was supporting this Mandy chic. I crouched to the floor and patted Ashley lightly, comforting her. I looked back up at Mandy. "You have no right to do this to anyone." I growled at her. She just raised an eyebrow then snickered.

"Okay whatever you say." She scoffed. Mandy and the group laughed again and walked away to harass another person.

"Ashley, what happened?" I whispered. What I meant was, what happened, you should be in her position right now. But again she got up from the floor and rubbed her tears with her sleeve. Instead of running away she looked at me straight in the eyes.

"Jana, I have done nothing for you." She said with a sob, "You can stop pretending to care. Just be like everyone else" She then ran off to the bathroom. Sure, I knew that she had done nothing nice to me. But genuinely, I was a nice person. And I absolutely did care and wanted to know what was going on.

After a tiring and extremely boring rest of the day, I got home. As I walked up to the house, someone rushed out. George ran almost past me but then stopped. I was scared at what he would do. Only when he stopped in front of me he seemed actually normal today.

"I'm late for an appointment." He said. He was actually talk able today.

"What is it?" I asked. He blanked out for a bit then quickly shook his head.

"Nothing..uh...it's...never mind." He blurted out rather fast. As confused as I was, I didn't dare ask more. "Oh and your friend Zayn called, bye." I don't know if it was my imagination, or George smiled. I watched as he casually went down the side walk in a quick pace.

The rest of the day I was sat twiddling with my thumbs. I had called Zayn back but hadn't got a reply yet. He was most likely busy with rehearsals, but for some reason I just wanted to talk to him so bad.

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