ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝔸 𝔾𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙 (Rewrite In Progress)

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚: 𝕄𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤

⚠ Trigger Warning ⚠

Abuse Cursing Bullying

Your POV:

"Miss L/N, where have you been?" The venom in your principal's voice makes you shrink back. "Young lady, you better have a good excuse for why you are this late to school," she accuses, her cold glare pinning you in place.

You panic.

"I-I had to grab some books from t-t-the library before school, a-and I may have fallen asleep..." you stutter out, fabricating a lie in your state of panic.

"I'm very disappointed in your behaviour and time management, Miss L/N. But since your attendance rate is... adequate, I'll give you detention and hold off on calling your parents (because I don't feel like dealing with them). Since the day is almost over", she glares at you, "your detention will be postponed till Monday. Understood?" she says, her tone grows exasperated and annoyed as she pinches the bridge of her nose.

"Ah- Yes! Thank you, Ms Beverly," you beam nervously, trying to keep yourself composed and from saying something stupid like, "and I'm gonna keep being disappointed in your outfit, like those leopard heels alone, but the pencil skirt? Common Beverley, the 80's called you fucking crustation"... yeah, better keep that to yourself.

"Well, now that this issue is resolved, return to your classes and finish the day," she dismisses you, waving a hand as if you're a mere inconvenience.. Ms Beverly is the type of person who loves to use her power and threaten you with it but will then abruptly becomes dismissive, as though she's just too tired to keep being mean. She's a very complex individual... Yes.

"O-okay," you stutter before smiling nervously and slipping out of her office, trying to avoid her changing her mind.

Once out, you bolt down the hall, aiming to grab your books and, hopefully, avoid Regina. Left hallway, then a right, five lockers down, you think as you rush through the hallway. Halfway there, you suddenly crash into someone.

"Hey! Watch where you're going, freak!" A sneering voice interrupts your thoughts as you slam into another student. You weren't paying attention while running and, as you try to get up, you slip on one of the books the student had dropped. You fall again, hard. Laughter erupts around you.

Propping yourself onto your knees, you take in the scene. The hallway is filled with students who had just finished their lunch break. They're all at their lockers, and now all eyes are on you, their laughter ringing in your ears like a cruel symphony.

The mocking and teasing from your peers follow you, growing louder. The feeling is oppressive and suffocating. You feel your vision tunnel as the voices get louder and your soul feels like its suddenly tungsten in your chest as you feel its darkness build.

When you reach your locker, you stop. The insults and other cruel messages scrawled on its surface stare back at you like old wounds reopened. Then, you feel it—a hand grabbing the back of your head, yanking a fistful of your hair.

"Well, if it isn't the school's favourite freak! Wanna show us that fucked-up SOUL of yours?" a psychotic giggle escapes from Tiffany Queens, the ringleader of your tormentors. Or who you'd rather call "Regina" for obvious reasons. This girl needed to be checked into a fucking psych ward, but daddy's money will just bail her out every time.

"Just leave me alone, Tiffany," you mutter, going limp in her grasp, it was exhausting dealing with her. Just keep quiet and hope she hasn't had a bad day-

BASH!

"Don't tell me what to do, bitch!" she screams, slamming your head into the locker. Thankfully, you're fast enough to bring your arms up to shield you, but it still hurts as your skull slams full force into your arms as they ache in pain, and a headache starts to quickly form.