Penny was bullied for something she didn't have- popularity. She had been tormented all her life, and if only she could find one way to stop it. She was tired of being the lonely one, the fat and ugly one. The one who somehow always had a sign taped to her back or an arrow pointing at her saying ' tease me'.
She was now swapping fat for anorexia, and loneliness for getting in with the wrong sort of people.


2. Dressing up- Dressing down.

As I walked through the gates, I saw three girls smoking ciggerates sitting on a fence. They didn't look much older than me. It was horrid.

" And he was so hot..! He took his top off!" I heard them mumble, they saw me looking and a girl wearing a tight, tight top and a short skirt said, " Stick your nose up any longer, you pig, and you'll have me to answer to you creep," and something far worse, but I dare say it.

I realised something. I was way to posh for this dump.

A group of boys were playing with a lighter, they looked about fifteen. They were lighting what looked like homework up into flames. So childish.

" Hey. Boys. Look at fatty!" one of the boys screamed.

I simply just stuck my head in the air and walked off, wondering what other people I could find.

There were another group of girls, this time, eight or nine of them. They looked deep in conversation.

Finally, someone normal! Maybe I'd get along with these girls.

I stalked up beside one of them and tapped them on the back. I must of looked like a right idiot.

She turned around, chewing a piece of gum so loudly that my ears started to hurt and I was disgusted.

" Yes?" she said.

" Em.. hello," I said in my posh accent. " I was wondering if I could join your.. group?"

The girl turned around to her friends. " Hey guys, get a load of this posh dork!" she shouted. And all the girls laughed.

I opened my mouth to reply, but thought nothing of it and I carried on.

Two girls were fighting! One of them pinned the other to the ground and a crowd of boys and girls circled them.

The boys were yelling rude things that again, I dare repeat, but the girls seemed bewildered. They watched in amazement as the girls struggled with each other, not one person stopped them!? But then I realised the girls were only amazed at how 'bad' the fighting was. How nuts were these people?

I rushed through the crowd and tried to stop the girls, I put my hands in between them. It was only then I realised that I had become part of the fight. Both girls had almost stopped and were now getting ME! Because I had interfered. They tackled me to the ground and held my arms down and shouted in my face.

" What is your problem!" one screamed.

" Could you not see I was busy?!" the other said.

I hated this school.


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