My name's Elissa. Elissa Hollinrake. Most girls would kill to be popular, to be pretty and well known and adored by everyone in the year. I'm not one of them. But I am well known. Well known for being an easy target for bullies. Well known for having moved schools several times in the past four years. And well known for having a drug addict father and a mother with cancer. My calls for help always fall short, but this time, I'm telling my story to the world.


2. Jason Truman

One of the worst days in the world, in my book, has to be a Monday. My lessons are appalling, and the people who are in them are twice as bad. Kicking off the day: History- Louisa Collins and her followers are complete bitches. And her boyfriend is the biggest bully of them all. Or, at least he seems to be. Jason Truman is one of the top dogs in his pack of wolves. His friends are notorious bullies on my radar, so unless proven otherwise, Jason shall remain a potential threat to me and my sanity.

Back to History, we never learn anything, and this Monday was no exception. The class started off with a heated debate from Louisa and Miss Frampton, then followed by me shoving my headphones in my ears to drown out the noise of raised voices and cackling laughter. I sit on my own in History, and I am used to being left alone, so when my regular plans are somewhat altered, it doesn't sit well with me. Hence why I was so pissed off when Miss Frampton, aided by the TA, Mr Carter, put us into a seating plan and confiscated my headphones, even though I wasn't actually listening to music.

"Right, class, I have had enough!" Miss Frampton yelled halfway through the lesson. "Mr Carter and I have decided to put you into a seating plan. There will be no alterations, under any account. Am I clear?"

Half of the class was sat in shock, the other half- people like me- were dreading the many possibilities. It took us the rest of the lesson to move us, but it happened, and I ended up next to my potential threat, Jason Truman.

"Hey," he said, sitting down in the chair next to me. I glanced at him, nodded, and looked back at the front of the room. Of all the people I could've been landed next to, it had to be a potential bully. Great.

"Y'know," Jason started. I rolled my eyes, preparing myself for a speech that would most probably be about him or his girlfriend. "I don't see you around much, at parties and stuff."

"That is none of your business," I snapped. Why did he care?

"I was just curious. Most people jump at the idea of a party, you seem kinda... I don't know, not into that kind of thing."

"I'm a busy girl. I don't have time to party."

"Everyone has time to party."

"Not when you're me, you don't," I said bluntly. The bell chimed, signaling the end of the lesson. Backpack on my shoulder, I marched away from Jason and down the corridor to Maths. In a way, he kind of freaked me out. Why would he notice if I didn't go to parties. There are loads of people who don't go to parties. Aren't there?

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