Dear Invisible

Hi I'm Kara. Well as other people see me as "bulimice". I have been bullied starting in 6th grade. I run the advice column in my high schools newspaper. I was in math when I noticed a new teacher. He was so young yet curiosity took over me and I needed to know more about him which led to me and his 18 year old son from One Direction to meet and fall in love?


1. New Teacher


(Kara's pov) 

*beepbeepbeep* My alarm clock went off. I moaned at the thought if school. I actually hate school. Even though I have straight A's life isn't always perfect. I didn't want to go to school, especially today because today was Valentine's Day. The day wear all of the people who bully and hate me coo over each other with cheesy presents and rub their relationships in my face. I guess I'm a 'normal' kid as the populars and jocks would label me.

I'm not a nerd because I don't have my nose stuck in a book all the time but I'm considered a freak. I don't know why. And the worst part of school is that my bestfriend, well were not anymore, but my old bestfriend is now the leader of the jocks. At school he bullies me and acts like I'm trash but when we're with our families he treats me like I'm his younger sister. I really can't deal with this shit anymore.

I have 1 month left of highschool then I can got to Harvard. My dream school. The most horrible thing about my life is that I run the advice column in the schools newspaper. It's called "Dear Invisible". Oh. My names Kara. I'm 18. I have light brown hair and green eyes. I'm about 5'8 tall and I'm skinny. My nickname's that people call me are "Bulimice" and "Anorexissa". I'm neither if those. I'm not bulimic or anorexic.

I live with my aunt since my parents died when I was 5. I got out of bed and went to my bathroom. I took a shower even though I took one the night before. I put on a plaid button down shirt with a gray undershirt underneath and black jeans. I put on a small layer of makeup and brushed my teeth, putting my hair in a loose ponytail. I slipped on my black converse and grabbed my phone as I went downstairs.

My aunt already left for work so I had the house to myself for 10 minutes. I ate a apple and walked to the bus stop. I was always the first pick up so luckily nobody could trip me as I walked down the aisle. I went to my normal spot which was the row directly behind the bus driver. The driver picked up the other students and we drove to school. As usual all the "important" people got off first and me, last.

Right when I walked to school there was couples EVERYWHERE snogging crazy. I shrugged it off and walked to my locker. There was decorations everywhere and I just wanted the day to be over. I was used to the day. I would go to my locker and wait for my invisible bestfriend to show up, who never showed up, then I would go to the first 2 periods of the day(math & science), then a 10 minute snack would happen where I would sit on a bench being insulted by jocks or pops, then periods 3/4(English and PE), then lunch, then my last 2 periods before newspaper(drama and history) & last but not least newspaper. That was my usual day here at Greenburg High.

"Hey Bulimice!" Hanna Paly said as she walked by. I felt a pang in my chest. Every time people would call me names I just want to curl up in a ball and cry myself to sleep. I grabbed my books and headed to math. When I entered the class, a middle aged and nicely dressed man was at the desk. I looked up at the board to see that uh Mr. Styles was our new math teacher. Really? Why did they have to change our teacher a month before we graduated. I groaned mentally and made my way to my chair. This is going to be a long day.

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