I HATE THIS TYPE OF Y/N WITH A PASSION 😨😨😨😨😨😨
I was walking down the hall. Covered in bruises, crying. My whole family died in a car crash when I was just 1 second old and ever since, I was bullied my whole life just because I was different.
Different.
I was considered a weirdo since I had beautiful blonde hair to my ankles and my orbs shined like the ocean. But, I had a crush on Jake. The alpha male.
But, he was dating my bully, Brittany. She was really popular and everyone loved her, so they bullied me because she started it. I hate her.
Jake was so perfect! He has red hair and red eyes. His eyes shine like a vampire getting ready for a feast. He has a giant scar on his eye, but no one knows why.
Deep in my thoughts, I was pushed down the stairs, landing at the bottom. At the top, there stood Brittany. "Haha! Look at this loser!" I sat there, crying. I was a loser. I was dumb. I wasn't pretty.
She grabbed my book and hit me on the head with it. Yep. That's gonna leave a bruise.
Hopefully, one day, I can finally talk to Jake.
