Mckayla's Point Of View:
"I'm broken," I finish.
Oh my gosh. I just said that out loud.
"Mckayla, what do you mean by broken?" Jack asks.
"By broken I mean my heart is shattered and the pieces are too small to put back together," I explain.
"Oh my god Mckayla," Jack breathes.
"By broken I mean I'm numb, the bullying has hurt me so much, it's like salt in a wound stinging," I cry.
(A/N: salt in the wound like you're laughing right at me) Taylor Swift Bad Blood anyone?
"Jack, I need help," I cry, walking out of the bathroom and out in the hallway.
"Where are you going?" he asks concerned.
"To The Talk Room," I say blankly.
"Can I come?" asks a familiar voice.
"Jazz!" Jack exclaims hugging her.
"Jasmine?" I ask.
"Mckayla!" she exclaims.
"Wait how do you-" I start.
"He's my cousin," Jazz cuts me off.
"Oh," I say backing away.
"So Jack, how do you know Mckayla?" Jazz asks.
By the time they call out my name I'm already halfway down the hallway. I open the breezeway and the alarm sounds but I don't care. I run out into the fresh air.
Ahhh
The alarm is still blaring so I jog down to the EXIT sign in the courtyard.
I'm going home. I need help.
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Hi lovelies! I know you're probably screaming. I'm laughing so hard now I just can't. Hope you enjoyed!
XO,
Mackenzie
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