Your little things

The freak. The fat girl. The girl who cuts her wrists. The girl with acne. The girl that no one wants to be friends with. The girl who loves a 'gay' boyband. The girl that nobody likes. The girl that can't afford fancy clothes. That's me. Alayna Harper, 18 years old. 10 years ago, my parents died in a car accident. I was devastated. Can you imagine? Your whole family dying, when you're 8. I now live with my aunt. Who is terrible. All she does is smoke, drink and watch TV. I have to work at McDonald's, just to keep us alive. I get bullied in school, I mean, why would anyone want to be friends with me? I'm the weird girl.


1. Jenny Phillips

I looked in the mirror. I hated my reflection. I had let my hair grow, it now reached a bit down my chest. It was messy. I wore a pair of skinny jeans, the best I had, and a grey hoodie. Ew. I threw a towel over the mirror to cover it up. I sneaked down the stairs to not wake my aunt up. If I did, she would probably just scream at me. She always has a hangover you see. But instead of using medication like a normal person would do, she just drinks more to get rid of the pain. Stupid woman. I grabbed a sanwich and headed out of the door. It was early summer, just about when the warmth comes. I stopped for a second, letting the sun hit my skin. It felt nice. I pulled down the sleeves on my shirt, covering my scars. I got on my bike and headed to school. 

I got of my bike and leaned it against the wall of the boring building called James High School. I pulled my hood up, covering my face. I walked with my head down over the schoolyard, hands in my pockets. "Hey there ugly face!" I heard a voice say behind me. Great. Just great. "Hey where are you going?" I didn't need to look , I knew who it was. Jenny Phillips, the most popular girl in school. She is that kind of girl who covers her face with make up and wear slutty clothes to get attention. Somehow it works. Deep down everybody hates her. But she's got them all wrapped around her little finger. I took a deep breath and continued walking. I couldn't lose control. "Hey fattie! Where are you headed?" I heard more people joining up to her, screming at me. I put my hand up and gave them the finger as I walked inside of the school. I may be bullied, but I'm quite badass about it. I took my hood of, but kept my head down. I hated school. I hated beeing home aswell. But school was number 1. I couldn't stand Jenny Phillips. I couldn't stand all the dumbasses believing she was the best, the prettiest, the leader. All the boys wanted her. All the girls wanted to be her. It's sick really. I see her more as a bug. Irretating and gross, something that you just want to get of your face. How can everybody find her so attractive? She's just disgusting. I sat far back in class. In the dark corner. I couldn't seem to concentrate at what the teacher wrote on the whiteboard. I just looked out of the window, dreaming away about the five boys I loved so much. "Alayna?" I looked at the teacher. "Could you please repeat what I just said?" I raised an eyebrow. "No?" The rest of the class laughed quietly. "Hush!" The teacher said as he tried to calm the students down. "In your little imaginary world again you little freak?" I heard Jenny yell from the other side of class. I sqeezed my pencil tightly. I couldn't lose control. "I'm sorry, I couldn't concentrate, I didn't sleep very well tonight." I lied. "Would you like to go to the nurse?" The teacher said. "No." I mumbled and looked out of the window again. I sighed as I got back to my thoughts. 3/5 was taken. Unbelievable. I mean, I knew I was never even going to meet them but, just knowing that they were taken made things harder. Directioners you know. 


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